Three beautiful things...

1. sleeping til late then just lying warm and cosy under the duvet reading.

2. lemon drizzle cake, moist with curd, soft and comforting with a cup of tea.

3. Geordie cat, lying with his head tucked into his soft fur belly, purring loudly.

Stolen Time

Bank holidays always feel to me like stolen days...as if the universe has given us some extra time and doesn't want paying back. If feels ok to lie later in bed, give the gym a miss, potter about in the kitchen and garden, chat to friends and reply to emails; it feels ok to read a chapter of my book whilst lying on my bed eating Minstrels (and it's 3 o'clock in the afternoon!)and to be planning a roast dinner followed by a long hot soak, with candles and face-pack, because before you know it tomorrow is here with its deadlines and do's and don'ts and today will be just another bar on the recharge battery of life.

"It is not how much we have, but how much we enjoy, that makes happiness."

"Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf. "