Generally when visitors arrive at mine, we have a list of plans and expectations for their inevitably too-short stay. Most of my friends still live in London, and so there are obligatory visits to pretty, provincial towns, markets and usually some time spent in Bath, but this weekend, we decided to cancel our plans in favour of just hanging out at home.
We chatted, we drank good coffee, good wine and a bottle of prosecco left over from my sister's wedding, toasting all the good things in life. We took a walk and came across some lovely men planting trees, who kindly let us join in and plant an oak tree each, and then we crafted - two of us cutting out letters for my market sign, and one of us making a collage for a lovely boyfriend.
It was a wonderful weekend.
