The sun is just now, at 08:30, breaking through the haze and things are warming up once more. I’ve gone round the house drawing blinds and curtains and setting up the electric fans to keep the air moving. Works surprisingly well.
The washer is chundering quietly away on its first load of the day and, if the state of the laundry basket is anything to go by, another three loads will see it all away. Then I’ll do one last, very small load to get things like trousers and shorts washed and dried.
I really do need to get a washing line set up–it’s all very well drying laundry in the machine during the rainy months but now it’s close to criminal to waste electricity like that. An hour outside in this weather leaves the clothes and linen dry and sweet smelling, and a 20 minute warm cycle in the drier softens them ready for the store.
Yesterday’s allocated task–shopping–got done in spite of it being yet another ‘hottest day this year’.
I timed it so’s I arrived in time to take a late lunch in the supermarket restaurant and enjoyed a plate of fish-cakes (cod and cheddar cheese), salad and chips, followed by strawberries and cream, all on special offer. My evening meal, very late, was ‘southern-fried’ chicken breast ‘fillets’ and beans. That was my food intake for the day–I forgot breakfast until it was too close to lunch time. I’ve settled on a fruit compote with unsweetened yoghurt for breakfast.
Even allowing for the chips and cream, I think I did ok there. I’m not dieting for weight loss, more to get a good, healthy routine going to see me through the summer. It may all change at the end of the season when Graham gets back.
Dolly is moaning at me, or perhaps cussing me out, it’s difficult to say. The Frontline is doing its magic thing but I decided before applying it to give her a good brush and comb to see if there was anything in the way of a tick infestation. Couldn’t find any, for which I’m very thankful. Nasty things, ticks.
And then, feet up, glass of wine, and another episode of The Tudors. Being capable of repeat viewing is the sign of a good bit of TV drama, I reckon.
I suspect that my day today will be a repeat, too, except that you may substitute laundry for shopping.
