How quickly Sunday comes round. I think the weeks fly by, probably because I am always busy and also because I do quite a few things on the same day each week.
Sunday is, supposedly, the 'day of rest' - not so here. If the weather is reasonably clement I suppose the farmer will be weeding the front garden, carefully avoiding going anywhere near the pheasant sitting on her eggs. But at the moment it is very dull and rain is forecast.
Last evening we had a pleasant visit from my son and his wife, who live near, and their guests, The Solitary Walker (see my side bar) and his wife, who happens to be my niece. Nice chatty evening over a bottle of wine. There was a lot of ground to be covered as we have not met 'in the flesh ' for around fifteen years. But, funnily enough, blogging with him regularly makes it seem as though we have met quite often over that time.
I know I have said it before, but it is worth repeating, but a blogging 'friendship' with a like-minded person certainly adds a new dimension to the term 'friendship'. How often I have met folk that I blog with and found that I get on really well with them, as though I have known them for a long time.
My job today is to prepare the 'books' for the accountant - it is our year end. I keep putting it off, but today I am filled with determination.