I've had an uncomfortable humid few days at work, with only one day to go before I start a run of 19 days off, followed shortly after by a further 10 days off, l can bear it.
So to come home (cycling uphill no less) tonight and to be able to sit in our sunny garden, all newly mown (by me last night) I decided I couldn't face cooking. I sent the kids up the road to choose themselves some chinese or pizza meal and l sat and chilled, well I sweat buckets actually, but you know what l mean.
I then mustered the energy from somewhere and picked myself some strawberries from my daily swelling of growth on my strawberry plants.
Slathered in double cream (the strawberries not me) l was suitably relaxed, calm and for a brief moment or ten, absolutely content.