Reasons to be cheerful

I've finally got my heart's desire, a Sheila Maid. No idea who Sheila was and no doubt it's hugely politically incorrect to have a helpful domestic appliance with a female name, but bless her forever. Our ridiculous, so-called utility room (we should really just bite the bullet and call it the boiler room) has suddenly become somewhere we can swing a very small mouse. I love it :-)

The garden landscape head honcho and I have regretfully agreed that there's no point whatsoever in planting up until we've had a significant amount of rain. There is little on the horizon (possibly a smattering) and so we will delay until at least September now. It feels like wishing the year away - that will be rushing up to autumn ...

A day of more heat, short dog walk, done the label for Dad's quilt (needed to get the right words), social golf later. Earlier night than last (stayed up reading far too late: Stella Riley, Roundhead and Cavaliers series - I knkw so little about this era and there's plenty to absorb). Little energy to do much when it's like this ...