I think I must have a touch of the protestant work ethic in me somewhere. I can't sit down and relax with a clear conscience until I've completed at least one chore around the house. Thus, after taking the dog for a walk this morning I spent an hour mowing the lawn and generally tidying up in the garden, finishing with getting the cushions for the sun loungers and the big parasol out of the shed.
I then proceeded to spend the best part of the day snoozing and listening to my audio book, occasionally moving the sun lounger around to follow the shade. As the sun started to dip below the yard arm, I fired up a disposable barbecue to cook the sausages and burgers that Jan had hunted down, and mixed up a jug of frozen strawberry margaritas to boot. I also lit the chimanea to provide a little warmth as the dusk deepened and the bats wheeled over head.
Summer is here, and it's still only April.
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