Our habit (four of us) of having a permanent booking at the local golf club restaurant for Sunday lunch means my morning is totally free. And what a morning it is - a Summer's day.
Up with the lark so that I could walk Tess before it was too hot for her. As I write this she is laid flat out on the patio outside the window in the full sun. After a while she will get up, walk the width of the patio to the shade of the bungalow and throw herself down to cool off. After five minutes repeat.
How have I spent the morning. I watered all the pots in the front of the bungalow (faces due South so they soon dry out) completed digging up the bulbs - just the tulips were left and they came up easily. I shall watch the long range forecast on BBC Country File this evening before deciding whether to plant my geraniums or leave for a good rain. Yes, I know I can give the plot a good water but it isn't the same.
Now, at 10.38 by my computer, I shall do the bit of ironing that is staring me in the face and then I shall have a leisurely shower and dress for lunch ready to collect friend W at lunch time. Salmon I think today.