I woke early this morning and made myself a cup of coffee while thinking about my plans for the day. It's a bit colder and the grass is wet so I don't have to bother watering the plants. The lawn needs a mow but it will need to dry out a bit before I can attack that. I have a little patch of concrete still to be katchered but that's a job for later in the day; the neighbours don't appreciate industrial noise too early in the morning.
I took Marilyn a cup of coffee and she settled down to read her book. She relishes her hour in the morning, tucked up in bed with her book. Before I could get involved in anything, Jamie arrived to drop Archie off for the day. He always allows am hour or so for a chat before he rushes off and he was able to help with a problem I was having downloading a photograph from the internet. Lewis Carroll, who wrote Alice in Wonderland, was one of the UK's first photographers, and his favourite subject was Alice Liddell, the daughter of a colleague. I want to talk about this when my Poetry group starts up and I need a photograph as an illustration.
By the time we had our chat and sorted out the download, it's 11.30 and he's just gone. I won't bother starting a job before lunch so I pick up my puzzle book while Marilyn potters in the kitchen. If I play my cards right, I might manage to get through the day without doing too much at all.
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