Sunday

 Good morning, everyone.  It's quite a pleasant morning; not all that warm so I have a hoodie on, but faintly sunny and cheerful.

Yesterday was, indeed, the gentle day I had planned.  I got a few bits and bobs done but nothing all that much so there's not a lot to write about really!

Today I have allotment and ironing, not necessarily in that order,.  At the allotment, I must pick some raspberries; it's been several days and they will be dropping off if I don't pick soon.  There will be more beans and, perhaps, another courgette.  All good.

Earlier on, I got the last picking of beans processed and they are now in the freezer, as is some passata I made with a bowl of tomatoes.  The blight doesn't seem to have spread (fingers crossed) so that's good and the recent sunshine is ripening more fruit.

I won't be doing anything until after breakfast so I will get my Kindle and read, I think.  How lazy and decadent is that when there's a basket of ironing glaring at me.
Have a great day, everyone, and be happy.  xx

Edited to change the title (why did I think it was Sunday) and to show I photo I've just had emailed to me.  It's a bowl that belonged to Mum and Dad that was rather the worse for wear and it's been restored by Anna's brother who is very good at that sort of thing.  Isn't it lovely?