I have been busy today, being on my holidays.
Here in Ireland we're having what is probably our Summer, before the real Summer sets in, when it becomes cloudy and not very inviting.
I decided to make the most of it today. I decided to go on my holidays in the garden. Seeing as I won't be going anywhere this year [barring unforeseen events] I thought I deserved a day to myself. However, whenever I sit in the garden I see so many things that need doing that I spend my days supervising Herself as she does the things that need doing.
Today I decided I was somewhere else. I'm not trying to delude myself that I'm in the South of France or anything like that [I’m not daft!], just convincing myself that I'm in the garden but that said garden is someone else's responsibility. So if I see something that needs doing, I just tell myself that I'm on my holidays and that someone else can damn well look after it.
So I spent the day [so far] just sitting in a deck chair with a mug of tea, a good book and my pipe. Perfect bliss.
Whoever owns this garden though is a right fucking slacker though. The grass needs cutting, there are nettles everywhere and the brambles are totally out of hand.
I don't give a fuck though as I'm on my holidays.
And so is Penny.