Pegging out

Not pigging out for once.

Today is the first time in my life that I've sat out in my own garden. I've been reading the papers, munching lunch (ok, a bit of pigging) and soaking up some sun. Just birdsong for company and the smell of fresh laundry wafting on the breeze. People who have had a garden forever probably don't realise how lucky they are to have such a simple pleasure waiting outside whenever they want it. It's a blissful thing.