Boy, am I looking forward to summer. To swimming. And longer days. And warmer weather. And doors open. And bare feet. And singlets. And summer pyjamas. And salads. And cold champagne. And bbq’s. And mosquito coils burning. And candles burning in the warm night air. And Christmas. And going to the beach. And ice cream. And afternoon naps. And summer storms. And tomatos. And basil. And reading good books.
I think that the minx is going to have an especially good time if her new passion for swimming taken up on the weekend is anything to go by.
Shame, it means I have to get into swimmers. There’s that. Hmmm.