Has been Bottled, And Labelled with Love

There is something very, very lovely about a chilled white in the late afternoon sun. Especially, the late afternoon sun, of an afternoon spent doing nothing but chilling.

I've been very good. My Beloved has been gone for a week, and I did not take that as an excuse to be sad and wring my heart each night with photos of an empty side of the bed, of poorly cooked meals, or a general mish mash of sad happenings around the house, of an woman unable to cope, because of the lack of man.

I stayed focused on happy blips and smiles. If Wither's can do it. So can I. And I only did carryout one night!

Now he is home. And all is right with the world. I can enjoy a drink and relax in the knowledge that he will pick me up if I fall off the deck chair; cause the kids would just have left me.

Happy Weekend End!