A treasure

Today was sunny days and red wellington boots. Carolyn to dins last night, lunch with Britt and Jennie tomorrow, and dinner with my mom tomorrow night. Tonight I get to stay home. Oh such joy, because for me staying home means hanging out with Stuart. I had breakfast out with Rebecca and Erin this morning, wrote wrote wrote, and got a postcard from Margaret Drabble. It's true! When I finished reading The Red Queen, just a couple of weeks ago, I had to send her a note just to tell her how much she meant to me. That Drabbling is now a verb, thanks to her. And one of my favourite thing to do. And isn't she an efficient Margaret Drabble, because her postcard flew back across the ocean at a rapid rate and I'm absolutely in love with it. A treasure.