Summertime..
And the living is easy. Actually, it isn't easy. Things keep tripping me up. People that I don't want in my life but am too cowardly to dump. Falling off the healthy eating wagon and straight into a vat of chocolate. Mud-so much of it! Where is the bloody sun? Memory issues are the worst thing though, things I thought I knew now elude me. The tip of my tongue is littered with words I needed but couldn't find. Buggeringly infuriating. Husband is back from a trip to China, with my favourite Jo Malone scent, What a keeper he is. Less so the amount of stuff he leaves EVERYWHERE. He is a slow-moving hurricane that picks up objects and deposits them in other places. Which is probably why he can never find anything. I love him dearly, but he is so very untidy. I want to garden but have to be content with nipping out for a wander between the showers. I have roses in bud and just a little sunshine would bring them out. The ponds are very full and the ta...