Overprivileged

So the house is very very tidy, because we are of the overprivileged few who have somoene else come in once a week and vacuum, wash floors, and dust, polish, clean paintwork etc etc etc. I don't want to hear about how overprivileged that makes me, I feel more than guilty enough already.

I have also done a load of laundry and am about ready to eat; the weather continues charming and this morning I will study in the garden.

No, really, I will. I wore shorts especially for the weather.

Minor accomplishments

I managed an hour of study, and another load of laundry, and I folded the dry load as I took it off the line. It's sitting in a basket in the garden now. The cleaners still haven't arrived, and I'm afraid to go out until they do, because although they have a key, I'm not sure they'll bring it if they tihnk someone here will be home. I'm also afraid to start eating lunch and doingother stuff in case I cover all the flat surfaces that I'm hoping the cleaners will clean.

I have to go out and get some photos developed, and buy yoghurt and maybe some other stuff - I can't remember what, now.

The sun is hot hot hot and I have to wear a big floppy straw hat to stop myself from getting headaches. I'm going back to the sun and my books now; there is orange jelly out there.