Garden Room

Saturday. Not hot. In fact, rather cold, grey and gloomy all day. It’s the first day of annual leave for me—that wonderful sense of potential that accompanies a long stretch of blissfully unstructured white time. We have a full house, everyone is at home today, but with the usual to-ing and fro-ing: Raff’s off to church; Monty, Gubs and Dash are off to the gym; Milo’s off to a different gym with his friends. V’s out and about to the shops. Dad’s Taxi duties for me, plus a little photography time, and curry-cooking in the afternoon.