It's hotter than hell here at the moment. I've given up trying to do anything. Opened all the windows, closed all the curtains and blinds and stripped naked.
I'll spare you that particular selfie...
Some great news on the home front. The Wardrobes are underway. After months of no-shows by workmen various, I poked the man with my elbow and said, 'right, you're doing them'.
They are nowhere near finished and I will have to take it all out again, but as soon as he downed tools on Sunday evening, I was in there tidying and styling. It's been three years since I've been able to hang anything up. I realise I probably top some saddo list, but I don't care. I'm delighted.
From hell to heaven.
We went and started clearing out his mum's house a couple of weeks ago. I got practically a football team worth of saints. Unaccountably nobody else wanted them. This used to be chalet corner, but, just as Henman Hill became Murray Mound, so this is now Catholic Corner.
Do you recognise any of them?
That on the left is St Theresa. She has a chipped lip, but looks of a very reasonable disposition. Christ the King on the other hand? Well, he looks a bit like the man of the house when I poked him with my elbow and told him he was doing the wardrobes.
I also got a couple of mantillas. I used to love wearing them when I was little because it made me feel like I had big hair. Do I look virtuous?
The garden is blooming its socks off. There are flowers everywhere. I'm terribly fickle. I change favourites every week. How about you? What's your favourite flower?