Domestic Bliss
I'm afraid I am turning into a suburban housewife and loving every minute of it.
This weekend was spent in a haze of domestic bliss. I went to the post office to collect my strawberry plants and bumped into our usual postman. After a nice chat about the new Royal Mail postman hats (look out for them, they are a bit bizarre) I went to the garden centre to buy some compost and terracotta pots. Then I happily potted up my strawberries and blueberries in the garden while listening to Radio 4.
On Sunday I made my husband pancakes for breakfast and hung out the washing, humming a little ditty. In the afternoon I read my book and had a nap.
Life is good.
This weekend was spent in a haze of domestic bliss. I went to the post office to collect my strawberry plants and bumped into our usual postman. After a nice chat about the new Royal Mail postman hats (look out for them, they are a bit bizarre) I went to the garden centre to buy some compost and terracotta pots. Then I happily potted up my strawberries and blueberries in the garden while listening to Radio 4.
On Sunday I made my husband pancakes for breakfast and hung out the washing, humming a little ditty. In the afternoon I read my book and had a nap.
Life is good.
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