So, here I am sitting on the sofa. All the windows and doors are open and July ’25 is nearing the end.

‘ Why is she telling us this?’ I hear you.

Fact is Patch has decided to take his morning nap early and is asleep on my arm. Obviously I am now unable to move. I can’t possibly get up and do the chores and disturb Himself. I can’t reach my coffee, going cold in the mug on my side table.But I do have a lifeline, my tablet.

I’ve completed the Daily Prompt, looked through Reader. Checked out posts by my favourites ( sorry, I know, we shouldn’t have favourites..but here we are). I’ve exercised some grey matter. Depressed myself reading through the Sky News app. Picked dog hairs off my top. Exercised my ankles. Wondered what I shall eat next and become concerned it may start raining and the washing I put out to dry a couple of hours ago is going to get wet. Oh yes, and i’ve relived our lovely walk this morning which revealed Autumn waiting in the wings. The blackberry bush was showing signs of a healthy crop to -be and the apples on the trees were looking good too..and that had me thinking about custard.

No, I will not open the door to Autumn just yet, but I know it’s there, waiting quietly for its turn. There is still some summer left to enjoy and hopefully on that note the breeze will blow away the clouds and there will be warmth enough in the sun to dry my clothes. Rock n roll. How exciting is my life, eh?

The postman disturbed said dog, so whilst he goes ballistic at the front door, I’m free to get up and get on with my day…Maybe a cup of fresh coffee is in order?