Today was pretty much a perfect day for me. Why? This is what I did:
—Reading (about 50 pages of Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, by Helen Fielding, the third instalment in the series);
—Writing (350 words on my new novel);
—A long walk, during which we got caught in the summer rain. But hey, it’s only water.
—Art (including a quick sketch of an imaginary cat I am calling Michael, pictured below);
—And a dinner cooked perfectly for me by my husband, Gordon, to end the day.