There's been an afternoon lounging in the freshly painted summerhouse with the current book (which is taking forever to read and that Anne Boleyn is starting to get on my wick just a tad), a bag of yarn (for another one of those round after round blankets, the only crochet I seem to be able to manage) and a delicious freshly baked peanut butter brownie or two. Okay, I ate three. It felt a bit like playing house (look, I've even added a new dustpan and brush for some gentle sweeping) when I was little, with the clothes horse and a blanket, but a bit sturdier. Must get a radio in there, though. I had a visitor who was clearly hopeful for something a little more energetic than reading.
The mister is now mobile without crutches so I've been made redundant from the twice daily dog walking duties. Yes, I know I could tag along but a) the mister is still walking too slowly (sauntering at an odd angle, more like), b) I like having total control of dog and lead and c) I really don't want to be that couple. So, I need to work out a new routine as I've rather enjoyed all of that getting up and being out and about regardless of the weather, though the disposal of dog poo and the dodging of the frighteningly large snarly dogs (yes, Barney the enormous German Shepherd, I mean you) I certainly won't miss.
The Boy and I took advantage of one of the mister's 'rest periods' (these invariably involve hoisting the not quite mended foot onto a side table topped with a folded blanket) to give Boo a run along the beach (and Boo being Boo, a fair bit of seagull chasing and wave jumping) one evening, rewarding ourselves with the obligatory parcels of chips (after queuing for ages as it seemed the world and his wife had decided it was the night for an easy supper). Walking along the pier we noticed that the yarn bombers have been busy with the needles yet again, this time celebrating something called The World Cup. (These pictures are courtesy of the Boy's phone.)
As well as having a lovely little park right on our doorstep, there's also a wildlife pond just round the corner from our house and the cutest family moved in recently. Last year's ducklings sadly didn't survive as the pond (originally part of a long since demolished country estate) was so overgrown and, with the water fetid and undoubtedly toxic (well, it was more of a sludge), they didn't stand a chance. But, with the help of a local builder, it's had a much needed makeover and looks and smells so much better.
We've fitted in a visit to a newly opened tea shop in the market town up the road. I had to be happy with a giant cup of green tea as, surprise, surprise, there was nothing vegan on the menu so here's a picture of the Boy's slice of salted caramel cake.
There was an unmistakable, arguably over the top, vintage theme.
Or to quote the Boy, 'It looks like a blog vomited in here'.