Playing House
I’m having a bit of a late one today. It’s raining outside, today. It can’t be said that a little rain hasn’t been needed. For the last few weeks, the country has been in the grip of some absolutely gorgeous weather but the last few days, it’s been a little bit close, and heavy in that way that you can tell that rain’s on its way. I don’t mind a bit of rain here and there. It’s good for the plants and helps to clear the air. It’s been bucketing down yesterday and this morning. I was peeking out of the window yesterday to find out who was knocking on my door, only to realise that there was nobody at the door and it was simply the rain falling against the door so hard, it sounded like someone knocking.
So instead of venturing outside, I’m watching the rain from the window, esconced in the living room with a cup of tea and a couple of lovely looking dogs for company and making my plans for the day. Most of which involve staying at home, in the nice and warm – such as finishing off and hanging my first pair of curtains (!) doing some cleaning and tidying, making andalusian pork marinade for supper, maybe indulge myself in a little bit of painting here or there, I might bake a cake, most likely with the music up. All lovely, cheery domestic things which don’t make me feel stressed but make for a nice day I can wind my day through in a lovely relaxed sort of way. It perhaps sounds a little old fashioned but I love days like this, where it doesn’t have to be complex or expensive but full of simple pleasures and small achievements and they’re all yours.
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