Every day is a Boris day.
Up at the crack of 8.30. 14 degrees, patchy Sunshine.
Management decided it was a Goldilocks day.. not too hot, not too cold...
She declared it a Spring cleaning day.. ( Why ? I thought, to myself,.We've no visitors coming....)
Breakfast outside, and then the sofa cushions came out of the window, followed by a rug.. Scrubbing, and cleaning until 11.30. coffee then lunch,outside, as it all dried in the Sun.
Since then, it's been " Right, said Fred ".. She's got me moving all the furniture around.
Siesta now.
I'm off to hide the paint roller and brushes.
No rain forecast.... For what it's worth.