In the Pink 3

G left for his festival (the Wickerman, in Dumfriesshire) while I was at work.  So, the first thing I did when I got home was a bit of a tidy up, and changed the bedclothes. 

I do love the occasional night of having the whole bed to myself, and it's even better with nice crisp sheets. 

I've got a Bolognese sauce bubbling away on the cooker, I've made the arrangements for my Granny duty tomorrow, and Rocky has been walked.  Soon I will pop myself into the pristine pinkness, and settle down with my new Marian Keyes book.

Hope it's not raining down in the borders, or I might feel guilty for about, oh I don't know, 30 seconds?