Chores

I am still paying the price for the two weekends away.

Another day of chore after chore. 

At least I have food in the house, so lunch and dinner were better than anything I've eaten recently. Looking at the garden is not such a cringe either. Nor is walking past the laundry basket. 

Knowing how I expected the day to go, I had a real sense of envy watching the three cyclists heading off after their veggie breakfast at the farm shop.