Well technically I was sitting inside, only it was inside of my conservatory, with the doors wide open. It is the only place I feel safe enough to sit in a bikini. So that is where I sat. With the sun, and the sound of the birds, with planes scratching the sky overhead and the farmer in his tractor on the back field. Bliss.
I also had a book, it was a bloody exceptional book. You should go and find a copy (I’m not sure that it’s out yet). It’s called the Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society by Mary Ann Shaffer. Utterly genius book.
