Lazy Sunday

Was woken up early by Fizz our  demented ginger cat, standing on my pillow, peering at me and “clatting” me with his paw. I got up, fed him and his sister Kizzy,  let them out  and  marvelled at yet another  day of blue skies, little white  fluffy clouds and HEAT! Had I somehow been transported to the Caribbean – maybe I had been swapped with Francie who lives in Anguilla. But no, with the arrival of Stephen growling for breakfast I was definitely still at home in Ireland. What to do with such a beautiful day. After much deliberation I came to the conclusion there was only one thing to do – lots of absolutely nothing!  Difficult as it was , I somehow managed to sunbathe, chat to the neighbours, contemplate joining their kids in the paddling pool, have a litle drinkie or two, water my thirsty plants and then enjoy a delicious meal cooked by my darling HOTS. What more could a woman ask for?