As you know, my boyfriend lives near the lovely Kent coast and I've been spending more time sunning myself than is prudent.
On Sunday, we went to the nature reserve to check on our baby ducks - Barry and Helena - whom we have watched grow on an almost daily basis since they were hatched. Then, in the afternoon, we went on a lovely walk down to the local beach for a dip in the sea. (We won't mention Hosty taking us on a wrong turn that took us 30 mins out of our way.
)Then, after lazing among the sand dunes and gazing at the sky, we hiked back again and had beans on toast for tea. We then tried awfully hard to watch the telly but we were too knackered and turned in and sort of passed out each other's arms.
And do you know what...? We didn't even realise until breakfast we had been having so much fun, we clean forgot to have a shag... :shock: :shock:
Back to the decorating.... I don't suppose we have a decent Estate agent or conveyancy specialist among us, do we...? Or a decorator come to that...
Hxx
