Last weekend I had composed a careful To-Do List of work tasks and household chores. But, as ever, the sight of a long list of jobs did not make me wish to gird my loins (whatever that means). In fact, the opposite. (Is it possible, or even decent, to UNgird one’s loins?)
And then the weather was gorgeous. All blue and green and Mayey. And there was every possibility that this actually was the only British Summer that we would get.
Tossing the To-Do List over my shoulder, I got out the OS map.
I rang friends.
I had a great walk with Rosie and she gave me a tutorial which would be valuable in taking my Selfie Project forward.
And on Sunday, Nigel and I joined Jenny and Terry (with spaniels, Hamish and Boris) at Wendover Woods. Jenny proved that even though the car park was jam packed, we only had to walk for ten minutes to completely evade the milling Spring crowds.
This weekend, sure enough, temperatures had dropped by nearly 10 degrees and I began to snivel with an unseasonal cold.
But by next weekend I aim to be well again.
So that I can tidy up my To-Do list?
Nope, so that if the sun shines again, we can get out in the countryside for another walk with our friends.