St. Swithin's Day

I was really sorry to hear that Nora Ephron, one of my role models, Queen of the Romantic Comedy, had passed away.  What a legacy she has left us.  She managed to package, hope, humour and heart warming into tidy, 90 minute packages of love, that will keep our hearts from turning to stone, for the rest of time.

I had a lazy, hazy Saturday afternoon.  I did a little housework then dabbled a lot in researching the family tree, which is as frustrating as ever.  When I win the lottery, I'm going to hire an expert to dig up Mark Birch, well, not literally but he won't be able to hide from an expert, that's all I'm saying.  He should be proud to be my Great Grandfather, stop hiding for heavens sake.

I was aiming for an early night, my body was screaming for restorative sleep, however, I had a friend who had other ideas and so it was 11pm before I settled my head on my pillow. 

I wake around 7am, glad of a good sleep, but feeling like I'm coming down with a head cold.  Still, I feel better than when I went to bed.  No jogging this morning, I'm just going to hit the shower, have breakfast and head for coffee. 

It's St. Swithin's Day, which means, (allegedly,) that if it rains today, then it will rain for the next 40 days.  To be perfectly honest, it wouldn't be much different from the last 40 days, although I am tired of getting soaked.  At present, the blue is winning over the grey, however, the grey is the dark, rain filled variety.  I'm just hoping it holds off long enough for me to get home and cut the grass.

I'm in Starbucks, one of the barista's is mortified that she knew I'd be in and the filter coffee isn't ready.  I'm all easy breezy and tell her as long as it's ready within 45 minutes, she doesn't need to worry.  Why sweat the small stuff?  I'm trying out their re-vamped Skinny Blueberry Muffin while they are on special offer.  They taste fresh, tasty, definitely have more fruit in them, and have some variety of oats sprinkled on the top.  Very agreeable, just wish they'd been made wholemeal, instead of white.

I recycle, food shop a little, get fuel then head home to cut the grass before it rains, did not take long at all and I'm done in no time.

I really should be doing some sorting out, but instead, I'm researching the family tree again and have Sex and the City, the movie on in the background.  I love this film and I've watched it so many times already but I've just noticed that Carrie wears a black studded belt, it's probably something like D&G, I'd already noticed that she wore it twice with two different outfits, but I've just noticed another time, just shows you that the woman knows how to accessorise.  Let that be a lesson to you all.

Speaking of Ms Bradshaw, have I told you that I descend from Bradshaw's?  On my Grandad's side, kind of like that, I know that Carrie is fictional, leave me alone, I'm happy.

Mr Regular has just arrived, we acknowledge each other with a, "Morning!" he settles into his usual seat as I have settled into mine.  He then rearranges the surrounding chairs, just how he likes them.  We are funny creatures aren't we?  We know what we like.