"We are walking down the street, holding hands. There's a playground at the end of the block and I run to the swings and climb on, and henry takes the one next to me, facing the opposite direction, and we swing higher and higher, passing each other, sometimes in synch and sometimes streaming past each other so fast it seems like we're going to collide, and we laugh, and laugh, and nothing can ever be sad, no one can be lost, or dead, or far away: right now we are here, and nothing can mar our perfection, or steal the joy of this perfect moment."
- Audrey Niffeneger - 'The Time Traveler's Wife'
Is there a better way to start the day than to read this perfect text? I think not.
Next to breakfast with the delightful Ruth McEwan and her boyfriend who were here on a quick visit.
- Earl Grey with lemon.
- Fruit scone with raspberry jam.
The afternoon saw giggles with Louise Waugh, my mischievous partner in crime.
All in all a very chilled Sunday spent with tremendous company as always. The only thing left to do...Find a cat and have a cuddle. Oh hi Dexter.