the end of the day

Putting my feet up at the end of the day is bliss. The weather here is definately of Spring so I dried two loads of washing outside on the line which is such a welcome change from having it hanging around the house. I did a couple of hours of gardening while Hugh had a sleep in his pram. The fresh air was invigorating and I'm aching all over now, hence the 'putting up of feet' was more welcome than usual.