There's a moutain of washing to do, the house is a tip and my kitchen floor doesn't bear describing but today there were more important priorities.
With two little boys off for a run over the fields with daddy, I knew where I would be. Thick jumper and wellies on and at last, the first gardening afternoon of the year. Leaves cleared, the last of the summer debris removed and a little bit of last minute hedge lopping have smartened things up no end.
When we return from our little break I'm hoping to see colour as well as shoots in the borders and my pots are stirring into life too. The air was mild and full of robin's song and I stayed out until the light faded and smoke began to rise from our neighbour's chimney. Time to go in.
It was so good to breathe fresh air, lose myself in my thoughts and look forward to Spring. And my first garden cuppa was rather smashing too.