What a difference a day makes

A day dossing about in old jeans and walking boots. I have had a clear out of the linen cupboard, found a tablecloth I thought I had lost, done a little shopping and had a lovely walk with the dogs. I am once again chilled and calm has been restored.

Tomorrow I will be mostly making tea for my husband while he piles up the logs we had delivered on Friday, despite the fact I am the one with OCD, I apparently don't pile them correctly so he will barrow them all into the shed for winter.