I have said this before, but Sundays do have a feeling and a pace all of their own.
I have been just as busy as I usually have on a weekday, but there is a a certain sense of "stillness" about today which is nice, I even noticed that the Church bell had a slower rhythm today....slightly different to its usual and slightly hysterical "The Nazis are invading!"dong.dong.dong...
Mabel who is now house trained, has been allowed the run of the cottage. It has not taken her long to make the hearth rug her own special place, and can be found at any given moment slumped in front of the fire dreaming stupid, uncomplicated bulldog dreams.
William and George however remain at the outhouse door, keenly aware that a snotty nosed female turkey is inside on sick leave ( she has a bit of a cold)
Left to their own devices they will be stationed on guard duty there for most of the day.
I have nothing else to report.....I have nothing more really to say.
Later I will make a roast chicken dinner, and will happily listen to radio 4 extra as I potter about looking busy....Isn't that what Sundays are all about?