Saturday

Its Saturday. The sky is a pastel blue, the sun is shining, every window in the house is open and there is a very slight breeze as I write this. I'm at my upstairs desk and have my 'travelling hat' down over my eyes to block out the sun, so that I can see the screen. Last night C & I went to the 'freedom day' festival in town - its sort of last night of the proms, but they always end on 'We'll meet again', which seems to be both too 'new' to be a tradition, and is also an odd combination of too familiar and too alien at the same time. We drank beer yesterday & I cooked steak with asparagus, then we walked into city centre to the concert, and back home again. When there, we caught 'grumpy old men' on the BBC and went to bed.

I swear - life doesn't get considerably better than this.

S