I’m sitting in the living room, being a lazy cow. Well not quite lazy, was working on some copy for a friend of mine. Anyway, the patio doors are open and the conservatory doors are open and I can see a wedge of beautiful blue sky. Not only that but I can hear the wind blowing through the many trees around us. The sound is cathartic, relaxing and all kinds of things I cannot find the words to describe.
It’s good here. Village life suits me. It’s relaxing. The only way it could get better is if I were sitting here with a nice glass of something cold (other than the obligatory squash I’ve got), or if we actually had a patio to sit in.
The dog is off to school next week. Puppy school. I think she knows it as she’s being a little bit more compliant than usual. She’s also worked out, if she pees outside, she gets a treat. Probably not a bad thing really.
