rɛkləˈmeɪʃən of saturday mornings.

the last few weeks have been go go go. both weekdays and weekends. i'm not complaining. i'm stating a fact.

i slept ten hours last night. i guess i was tired. i want to sleep another ten hours tonight. never underestimate the power of a good night's rest.

i woke this morning happy. i was happy to putter around the cottage. i was happy to do the dishes. to make coffee. make coffee. to listen to the bbc radio six weekend morning show. oh yeah, did i mention...to make coffee? i'm turning into my father. we both love the stuff and drink lots of it. hi dad.

these flowers have lasted me three weeks. best three pounds ever spent.

aaaaah.

my grandad crafted this wooden box. nana said i could have it when i was up for christmas. i now have two wooden boxes from grandad.

what a handsome guy.

an english breakfast. olives aren't english. soooo not english. they're my own admission. my obsessive admission.