whit monday lunch in the shade

A welcome holiday. So far I have:

- cleaned the bathroom

- cleaned the bedroom

- catalogued 81 books on librarything

- sorted out the hall cupboard

- thrown out five scruffy handbags, each one black leather with multiple pockets and long straps

- thrown out countless screws, nails, empty plastic boxes, bags and other assorted rubbish

- found the pump so we can blow up the football again

- found a longlost postcard of a painting by Mario Avati in a broken picture frame (I have been trying to remember his name for weeks)

- found my precious antique cheese dish, relegated to the nether regions of the cupboard by my husband (without being washed!)

- wrapped up in protective plastic sheets my antique piano candlesticks, brass door knocker, Moroccan glass lamp, marble eggs and all the other things I'm keeping for when we have space to display them all

- had lunch: seedy bread, côtes du rhône, salted butter from Brittany and goat's cheese (here in my re-found cheese dish). My husband does not approve of butter with cheese but as this particular cheese is very plastery, he forgave me.

Half an afternoon left, I'm going outside to read in the sun.

Done