Bear was apparently helping out in the nursery at school today. I'm not complaining as bear seemed happy enough. However he came home with a sparkle! I think they used glitter with gusto. It is all over the bathroom towels, the cushions in the study and bear himself. There is a good chance DH and I will also be sparkling by the end of the weekend.
I've just been out to water the garden at around 8pm. I'll go out again before I go to bed. I've got the bedding plants in, but the rest of the garden is a tangle and most of it needs water. The rest needs cutting back.
I'm too ashamed to show what the rest of the garden is like, but the lavender has taken over around a third of this side of the garden. I think I will dry the clippings as the plants aren't fully in flower yet but they smell amazing.
There are ants everywhere but at least they are staying out of the house. I'm determined to give the kitchen a really good go over as at the moment it is so cluttered. Fortunately, all the men of the house want in this weather is 'rice salad and...' It does mean I spend a lot of time dicing bell pepper and celery but there are worse meals to make. I added olives to the salad tonight and bear practically inhaled it. We had it with gluten free breaded chicken tonight and we'll probably have it with meatballs tomorrow.
I have an awesome idea for a submission to a particular small publisher. I have a day to get it written - and tomorrow I have the whole picture thing. I can do six thousand words by tomorrow. Of course, I'm not sure whether they will be in the right order, but I can go for it.
And speaking of writing, I was late getting this week's instalment of the White Hart up. It's here, if you're interested. I need to raise my game.
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