Sundays are for…

…no plans and a leisurely start to the day.
It was dry and sometimes sunny with a breeze but very pleasant.
We sat outside, pottered around the garden, I spoke to Marc on the phone for ages, read the paper and not much else. Frank made dinner and a pudding! It’s 9pm and I’m so tired so having an early night. 

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No Plans

I love a day with no plan
take your time getting up
then just wait for Sunday
to happen - or maybe not
have a cuppa, walk the dog
potter around the garden
call loved ones on the phone
read the paper, knit or talk
pass the time of day with 
neighbours over the fence
now it’s tea time and a beer
watch telly, book and bed.
Goodnight!

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