The upstairs has been bottomed and the bathroom had an extra special going over, it has been a bit breezy and all the nooks and crannies were full of dust. The only time I close the window is when the curtains are blowing in.
The banisters have been dusted down with a damp microfibre cloth, wonderful invention those.
Two loads of washing out having a blow round, some already in waiting for the iron.
A check in the greenhouse and round the pots and beds, lots of plants seem to have grown considerably overnight. My troughs of spinach and coriander are romping away, good thing as I use them most days.
I sat down for a much needed cuppa and heard the postie, oooh a parcel.
I was not expecting anything, and when I read the senders details I was taken aback, it was from Jenny who won my quilt.
The first thing that I pulled out was this.
The last time that I was in Durham it was September, many years ago. My late hubby and I had just come back from Menorca, we had met a couple there who lived just outside the city. They invited us for a long weekend, the weather was glorious, it was warmer than the Med and we had a wonderful time. Sadly both of them have died since, but they were several years older than I am now.
Then I tipped out the glories within, a sharp intake of breath....
Four orphan blocks.
Some large and medium pieces of colour. Love the trees on blue.
Last but my no means least a pile of little scraps, be still my beating heart, how I love scraps.
I was out on Saturday and picked up this little basket from a CS and now it has been given a purpose.
Maybe, just maybe this will help me retain some control, the last scrappy session seemed to spread into every corner of the house.
I am only indoors now because the sky darkened and it felt as though rain was imminent, there were a few drops, now the sun is pushing through and I see lots of blue.
Time to empty my cup and get out there again.