The moulin door

7a.m and the sun is shining.  I locked the door, turned round to check and found it beautiful in the morning light.  

10.30  a.m I was two classes down and therefore a step closer to the holidays.  Ensconced with a coffee at Atmos with Martin, Jane and Emma and the craic was good.

14h30 I tied my hair up in a scarf, put on my 'fuck Brexit' t-shirt which means I mean business and attacked the garden.  

17h arms tingling with nettle bites.  A gin and tonic on the terrace with Lizzie who spent and hour looking for me even though I was there in front of her.