Hanging Baskets

This morning eldest jetted of to Santander with one of her friends for the weekend. None of us has ever been but she found a cheap deal and so off they have gone for a mini adventure.

After driving back from work this morning, having a warm beverage and a bowl of porridge (with a dash of Ginger for a kick) your Gal had a good six hours of slumber and it must have been deep because she woke without an alarm feeling really refreshed. All good.

The house was empty too so there was some lazying to do between hanging out a load of washing and popping another pile into the machine.

Because...no reason in fact, just because...Biscuit took me back to work tonight so tomorrow mornings commute will be lovely, as the roads should be empty and everywhere calm.

Upon arriving it was noted that the Hanging Gardens of y'Gal's Workplace were looking dry & unloved. Am guessing outside of office hours there has been nobody tasked to keep an eye on them, so what's a Gal to do but grab a handy watering can?

Blip is of the best survivor. I hope it helps. Will check on them same time tomorrow :-)