Waking very early and, instead of turning over, getting up, feeding two ravenous cats, making a cup of tea, catching up on the news, and checking e-mails.
Discovering that a lottery ticket purchased on impulse had won £2:70.
Taking advantage of a quiet house and others still abed, getting on the yoga mat in front of the french doors in the living room, with a cat observing closely from the other side of the glass, and following a couple of bendy sequences in a recently purchased magazine.
Tagging along on the morning dog walk, noting how fortunate we are, living in one of the most maligned towns in the country, to have such a wonderfully wild area right on the doorstep.
Enjoying a raw porridge and berries breakfast whilst Boo turned his nose up at a new brand of dog food.
Acknowledging that yes, we do appear to have a Jo Nesbo corner, including the latest Harry Hole story.
Taking time to choose the next book at bedtime. After reading some of the noirest of Nordic crime fiction (more on that in a future book related post), a return to the classics was needed. Now back to some suspense.
Realising I've managed to keep a bunch of flowers alive for over two weeks. Go me!
Making a raw chocolate tart from the new recipe book and managing to persuade the other two here to give it a try.
Asking for feedback.
Wishing I hadn't.