Somehow England manages to be chilly and hazy at the same time. Where I’m from ‘hazy’ usually goes along with ‘hot’ ‘humid’ and ‘summer day’!
This morning, on my hazy, chilly, walk to work, I was thankful for:
3. A comical Saturday shop in which a bottle of Elderflower cordial was shattered in front of me at the check-out and the employees went on as if nothing had happened. One of them kept intermittently suggesting that ‘somebody should clean that up’, but somehow no action was taken as I stepped over the glass. The upside is my shoes smell of elderflower!
7. An easy read. I just bought The Hunger Games. Sell out.
Eight thankfuls isn’t so bad for a Monday, is it?