Moss

These are the glorious last days of the holiday.  I wish I could get into this mode a lot earlier and avoid fighting the relaxation so much.  

Reading a fat book before breakfast, a bit of lazing, a bit of unnecessary research, a bit of Christmas cake, a trip to the allotment with herself and her friend for no reason at all other than to get out of the house, some mud and some snowballs. 

Filthy weather melting the snow and ice slowly and making a mess.