This weekend I was an old-fashioned, traditional Mummy in that I didn't work at all. I fed and clothed everyone of course, no avoiding that, but I didn't work in a wage-slave or writerly way. In fact, I only turned on my lappy to mop up Friday's emails and then - shock horror - turned the thing off!
Scary. And not always possible, but (inhales scent of orchards and wood smoke) very therapeutic. A short walk into the Hampshire countryside revealed the most gorgeous colours ...
I must confess to getting a bit excited about a tripler myself!
And who needs computer games when there are hundreds of these about!:
I didn't take my camera to the garden centre we visited on Sunday, but I wish I'd remembered as there's a very special resident there. It's the second time we've stood as a family under the boughs of an enormous potted tree and watched a cheeky little robin sing its heart out. I wonder what it makes of all the fake Christmas ones about at the moment?!
The camera didn't make it to Waterstone's either, where I discovered a lovely lady and local author Sarah Haynes signing copies of her book. THINGS HE NEVER KNEW is Sarah's first novel and you can find out more about her and her book here: And of course I had to treat myself to a signed copy, didn't I? It looks really good - can't wait to get stuck in!
I also made apple crumble. And got muddy.
It's Monday now though, darlings, so normal business resumes and I've completely run out of pilchards, darn it. So, I'll be back later in the week with a tricky little task for you all. You have been warned!