Thwarted

At lunchtime I was all dressed up, ready for a walk. 

It was 28C outside and forecast to get hotter, so it was now or never.

Bean looked keen.

Until we got out of the gate and onto the road. Not so keen after all. In fact hanging back and looking distinctly reluctant, and over her shoulder at me as if to say "Are you really sure about this?"

Down in the creek at the bottom of the hill Bean wallowed, head-ploughed and had some slurps of water. 

Then she started for home. I got the message. 

Back up the hill we wandered, collected the mail from the box and came into the truck for a long drink (Mima) and some ice cubes (Bean). 

It's the only thing that makes sense on an afternoon like this.

The morning, on the other hand, was sub-25C and full of activity. Some soccer on the lawn, watering veg beds, picking various ingredients to go into a heap of cooking. 

Coleslaw. Tomato and lentil lasagne. Potato salad. Yoghurt. And making the blackcurrant cordial is done (and tastes as outstanding as I'd hoped). 

So at least I achieved some stuff today. The rest of the day is dedicated to a book. ("This is Happiness" by Niall Williams.)

Thank you for all the lovely comments about yesterday's blip.