This wee spider sunbathing on a hebe blossom is the pick of my usual Sunday afternoon photo session, which sees me dawdling round the garden in my sexy pink crocs, contorting myself to get artistic angles so I can commune up close and personal with Mother Nature.
It’s blissfully quiet round here after the Beige Barn contingent and Bruvinlaw’s parents came over for lunch to celebrate Lil’Sis’s 38th birthday. The menu consisted of mussel fritters, courtesy of Dad, quiche lorraine and roast chicken (my contribution) and a luscious chocolate mud cake with chocolate ganache icing (baked by Mum) and all the dishes were done by the Other Harf in his pretty pink rubber gloves, bless.
For the next 52 days I’m only one year older than her, so I’ll treasure this time while I can!
The rest of the day? There are plans for a bit of lummoxing on the sofa (we’ve got [The Wrestler](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1125849/) and [Duplicity](http://www.imdb.com/title/tt1135487/) to watch – Clive, Clive Oweeennn….), leftovers for dinner and early-ish to bed. Daylight Saving, which miraculously happened overnight is really awesome but I suspect, no, I *know* that extra hour is going to be rather difficult to deal with tomorrow morning. Don’t do mornings.