Day off.

Today is about yoga and typing and cooking and hanging out the washing. It's about inventing a new taxonomy of laundry-hanging based on degrees of wetness and then making a song about it. It's remarkably sunny, and warm, and the few weeks of rain have made the backyard lush and green. Today is about hanging out with the chicken and the duck, lying in the long grass, feeling the sun on my face. Today is about bare feet, and finishing the last of the crumble, and doing the dishes and whistling as many different countries' national anthems as I can think of.

Tonight will be drinking and hobnobbing, and schmoozing and dancing and listening and more drinking. Tonight will be leopard print chiffon and torn stockings, and verbal sparring for torn poets. In the meantime will be napping, and herb-gardening, and endless cups of tea. And typing, and cooking, and hanging out the washing.

Hooray for a day off work!