It is four weeks to go to the holidays! 15 more working days, since I don’t work on Wednesdays, until 3 weeks summer holiday. I can hardly wait. Meantime, it is important to find ways to switch off and relax, from just lying on the bed, eyes closed, listening to the birds or sitting in the garden just staring into space and watching the bees.
What’s on your bookshelf: November
It is that time for a round up of recent reading. I made up for a lack of detective fiction last month at least as you will see below, but didn’t read any Japanese books (though I just started one on Thursday morning at least!). A bit of a brief post as rather busy at the moment, but I always make time to read.
This week’s small pleasures #466
It has been a busy week at work, and then I got a really sore throat, meaning I took to my bed on Friday afternoon for a two hour nap. This seemed to do the trick, what with that and a weekend of sunshine. I am counting the days until I finish up for the summer holidays…
Anyway, the days are definitely getting warmer, and there is more sunshine too.
Cook Book Club: November
I think I may have mentioned before, but my older brother Sandy (who is 18 years older than me) was…
This week’s small pleasures #465
Is it really only just over 6 weeks until Christmas? Just so hard to believe.
Words on Wednesday: café life
I actually had my normal day off work today, and after my wonderful morning Pilates class, I decided to head…
This week’s small pleasures #464
This week’s small pleasures – sunshine, ballet and seasonal produce.
If we were having coffee…or even a cup of tea…
If we were having coffee…or even a cup of tea…
This week’s small pleasures #463
Today is the Labour Day holiday here in New Zealand, so, as is the tradition of such days, the weather is ghastly. As I type this evening, the rain is pouring down, and I dare not even run out for a spot of parsley.
Six on Saturday 25.10.25
It has been a month since I last did a SoS post, and things out in our little garden have grown with leaps and bounds – including, of course, the weeds.