Euphoric

Can you tell that I have the day off? Let's face it, I'll never be a steady blogger - I am destined to be more of the bingeing type.

My favourite Vicki Carr recording is blasting all over the house, and I am attempting to make a pot roast as per my husband's instructions (never having eaten a pot roast myself, I can't yet picture the end result). The house is clean and calm, and the music is taking me back to my bohemian youth. Squirrel pirouettes on the lino. I am struck by the sudden euphoria of paid holidays.

God, I love a day off.