Sunday, sun-day

Today is a typical example of how all Sundays should be. Getting up late and reading a book with a cup of coffee. A leisurely lunch followed by a bike ride in the glorious sunshine, then back to soak in a bath for a hour or so before a tasty dinner (which I can smell cooking) and eating it while watching the F1.

Can’t remember the last day I didn’t think about work once. Unfortunately this won’t be one of them as I’ve got stuff to do after dinner. Grr.

Went looking for how to get to Bearsden on the ole 2-wheel transportation device but seemed to miss the turnoff by the canal and ended up in Clydebank. Oh well .. maybe some other time. Still, it was a lovely afternoon, if a little on the hot side.

And I don’t even feel guilty for not seeing my Dad on fathers day. Mind you, that’s cause he’s still on holiday somewhere even hotter than here.

Anyhow .. I’m off to enjoy what’s left of Sunday. Moo.