Poet's day
It is friday evening and the working week is done. And I seem have survived.
A glass of wine in hand, the water feature burbling, the dogs mooching about and the best bit is Brian will be home shortly. Will the weather hold to eat outside? Should I dig up some new potatoes? Should I pull carrots and make salad?
Too many decisions, pass the bottle please.
3 comments:
I would have started drinking as soon as brian left you with five large dogs.
Then I would have left him with the dogs and checked into a hotel for the weekend.
Then again, we haven't in the 13 months of having ernest really adjusted to having another demanding body in our house.
smooches,
nm
Ah yes, but I've had a lot of practise at demanding bodies, I'm married to Brian.
*chortle*
I remember Poets Day.
A fine thing for those who work.
Kate
As it is today. What is with the verification? eeek?
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