It’s not that I haven’t enjoyed the foretaste of long days, open windows and the promise of open toed sandals; the near future banishing of socks to the back of the hot press; light lingering in the skies until ten in the evening. I have loved it. Quinoa salad is firmly back on the menu. The garden dances with colour. But a long warm weekend means people nearby staying up late, probably drinking too much, shouting, singing along to favourite songs, talking animatedly into the night in their gardens and on their balconies. And unless you are one of those who falls asleep easily no matter what noises echo off the sun warmed walls (and I am not), that means enforced late nights and tired mornings.
The weather looks set to resume its course to May sunshine on Tuesday. Fabulous. In the meantime, the rain has stopped and it is a lovely evening. MasterB has decamped to the outdoors to hunt insects and sniff the plants. The foxes must have been busy on Friday night as yesterday he spent hours with his nose to the ground, crossing and re crossing the garden. No doubt he’ll find plenty to entertain him this evening too. I have a new book to start, Andrew Miller’s Pure, and a glass of Grenache to drink. But the best news is that a local cat, missing since the 9th April, has returned home. That may need a second glass of wine.