It's the final hours of our weeks leave; back to work tomorrow. Enjoying the last few rays of sunshine and leafing through the final sections of the paper. To say that I "cooked" tonight would be pushing it, I used up the remnants of tasty stuff before going back to strict healthy eating next week, so dinner was a salad of peaches that were more juice than flesh, a milky ball of mozarella each, sliced thickly, with paper thin rashers of smokey Italian ham draped across like vintage lace. Eaten with reheated home made bread rolls and followed by crumbly pieces of rejected white chocolate brownie, it was light, summery and lazy. Perfect.

Back to reality now, the ironing beckons...