This afternoon I snoozed outside in the garden for forty minutes, on an unused sun lounger I had forgotten we owned. That shows how long it is since anything like a decadent lounge around in the garden had taken place. I played with the up and down mechanism operated via the arm rests; it was interesting and literally showed me how far down I could go and also how far upright I could sit.
I woke up with a chill in the air, clouds above, no sun and goosebumps on my arms. I went indoors to retrieve a long- sleeved cardigan to wrap round my short-sleeved top.
I sat again, al fresco, and read on the now upright lounging seat for all of a precious ten minutes, then my pages were splashed with large rain drops. I immediately shut my book and I rushed to take my almost dry washing off the clothes line. The sun lounger was folded away, to be hidden for another undisclosed period of time.
Undisclosed time? It cannot be anything else, as it is still very wet outside tonight and there’s no knowing when we might have the odd warm patch that I can take advantage of to lounge about outside, that’s if I remember I have a lounger on which to lounge about.
I’ll go back to my book which, at the point I was reading, was all about a fisherman cooling himself off in the inviting waters of the Mediterranean sea. Fantasy land for me.