It has been bucketing down heavily all day (I’m wishing we had some form of water tank) and currently struggling with composing a letter to elderly relatives. For ease I should print out blog pages, but somehow I don’t think they would really get it.
I’m also darkening my mousey roots (and later I will wish that I had just shelled out for a professional to do it).
And drinking white wine.
And dreaming of buying an island (some of them are surprisingly affordable, particularly the Canadian ones).