I woke up full of good intentions this morning. Work, my girl, I told myself sternly. Nothing but work. And biscuits.

But it wasn't raining. Amazing. So I took my mug of tea and went out into the garden.

And sniffed the roses. And did a bit of deadheading. And sniffed again. Then went and found my camera.

Rosa HansaRosa Souvenir du Dr Jamain

Dearie me. It is time for mid-morning coffee. Might as well do a bit of weeding whilst I'm drinking it. Oh no! Dog has stepped on a dahlia in a futile bid to raid the bird table. Nothing for it, emergency plant hospital to the rescue.

Good gracious. It surely can't be lunchtime?

Lunch in the garden? This is a rare treat. I think I'll have a glass of wine to celebrate. And fetch some cushions and a magazine.

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Whadya mean, it's dogwalk time?

Oh heck. Looks like it's going to rain. Better get some slug pellets out.

Now, what am I going to cook for dinner?

Hmmmm. Completely out of ideas.

I'll just look at blogland whilst I am waiting for recipe inspiration ....