Saturday was spent tidying the house and preparing food for when my good friends Paul and Ross came round with their families, which was wonderful. The visit, that is, not the tidying. Sunday, I did very little really. We did a little planting in the garden, and I spotted the little flower above sprouting out of the overgrown jungle that is our garden. We hadn’t planted it, it’s just turned up. And I found it quite inspiring.
Other than that, I did pretty much nothing. Which you would have thought would have been relaxing, and that I’d be feeling all fresh and revitalised today. But I’m not. Maybe I would have felt better if I had done something constructive.
I don’t know.
Maybe I have too restless a mind.