Difficult Decision . . .

Do I do the ironing, cut the grass or sit in the sun and write some letters? You guessed correctly! I sat out the front, watching the sea and the sun on the water, listening to the waves and the starlings fighting on the bird table and wrote a couple of long overdue letters to friends down south.

Is this an Indian summer? Last week I was into my quilted jacket and wearing socks again and now we have sunshine and blue skies and its back to sandals and T shirts! Means that I am no longer grieving about my non-fitting boots either!

And I was very good and did the ironing once the sun went in!