Blue sky…the yard a sea of buttercups. Tiny voles scurry about the place, blue tits pillage spiders’ webs for insects. Alas, despite the ‘holiday’, places to go and things that need doing.
...Errands aside, turned out to be an idyllic (code for lazy) day after all. Suppose I should have cut the grass on returning home, but then there’s always tomorrow (Gudgeon motto). Unbelievably quiet. Haven’t switched on the wireless or read a newspaper, deciding instead to spare the blood pressure and enjoy myself. What with the fine weather, open windows, treated the neighbourhood to an afternoon of Jimmy Smith and George Coleman.