If I were to take December and its connotations of Christmas out of the equation, September would be unequivocally my favourite month of the year. I’ve always had more of an affinity with the colder months, I put it down to the fact I was born in a snowstorm. September is the month that bridges …
Tag: Sunday
The Second Sunday.
I like to the think of the August Bank Holiday weekend as summerās final hoorah. The eagerly anticipated arrival of the year’s penultimate three-day weekend signifies Autumnās soft approach. Quietly it will creep into our days, slowly staking its annual claim on our lives, but not without allowing summer to deliver us one last gloriously …
There’s always time for tea.
Tea was always my thing. In the hedonistic tea days of my youth I may well get through ten or more cups a day, fuelled by life perched behind an desk and a team that enjoyed it just as much as I did. But even before that it played a part in my life. …
Lazy days.
I have a lot of love to give to a Sunday morning. I have even more love to give to a sunny Sunday morning. Luckily today the world saw fit to offer up both. There may well be some serious gales accompanying the sunshine, but I’ll take it all the same. I like to get …
Pastel hues & lazy days.
There was an incredibly pleasing correlation between a belated birthday present and the Cereal magazine perched on my coffee table. It warranted an image I felt. Taking this image, along with a rather half-hearted attempt at some exercise, punctuated a rather lazy Sunday. For too long my coffee table has been straining under the weight …