It’s a horrible, windy, rainy, chilly Wellington day. The last of my tulips and freesias have lost their petals, my irises are being torn to shreds.
It’s a day for tea and soup, a day to curl up on the couch in front of the heater.
I want to sew and blog, but I have papers to mark.
At least Mr Dreamy and Felicity get to laze about and watch cricket.
Later, if I’m lucky, I’ll get some sewing in. Better get a start on those papers, and increase my chances of having sewing time.