Hotlips…

… Doing what it says on the tin.
Hotlipping. (And smiling). They’re of the sage family so I have a feeling they might even be edible? I must look them up. They would brighten up a cake.

It’s hardly a blip to set the world alight. But, it’s been a gentle day. So that’s ok.

I have listened to podcasts, while working through a pile of ironing (I quite like mindless jobs when there’s something interesting to listen to).
I have become a human laundry since the new washing machine. I think the old one had stopped giving of its best ages ago, but being fairly good natured I hadn’t grumbled to it. Frankly it had been taking me for a fool for a while. (And the new one, poor thing, thinks I’m a slave driver. It shrinks away when it sees me. But, it’s ‘such fun’ to see various items become cleaner and cleaner!).

Himself has been gardening. We mustn’t mention cats, because neighbouring cats (bless them?) do leave unspeakably disgusting gifts for him. His patience is tried (they love to upset his hard work).

There are left overs for today. What joy; an easy tea!
And the Elderlies are ok too.
Perhaps a relaxed evening?