Notes from a sunny Sunday.
A pot of bubbles provides hours of entertainment on a sunny, gloriously warm Sunday morning. More so for me than Miss P I fear but no-one needs to know that!
Plus the annual outing for my legs. Well, this being Britain with the return of rain never far away (plus I’d seen the weather forecast for next week) I decided to slip on a skirt and let my so-white-they’re-almost-blue legs get some fresh air. Despite feeling a little self conscious and slightly concerned that my bum felt rather ‘free’ compared to being kept in check by a layer of denim, I realised I need to make more of an effort to wear skirts more. If only to stop the “You’ve got legs!!” comments.
Rich and I may have reached an unspoken agreement on our Sunday papers debate. I prefer The Observer, he likes a bit of trash, so we get both and gently sneer at each others choice. The fact that I may or may not sneak the magazine out of his so called newspaper is not commented on, after all I may just be taking it out to the recycling bin!