Ssunday

This morning being Sunday morning I had intended on having a lovely lie-in followed by brunch and a reading of newspaper supplements accompanied by bottomless mugs of tea. However, these plans went awry from my waking up at half past eight, to a fridge void of milk and the beginnings of a hurricane rustling up a storm outside. So instead I made do within the relatively cosy confines of the kitchen with cranberry juice, my book, and baking a batch of cinnamon buns while listening to the 'golden oldies' programme on the radio. But then, it being a Sunday, and it not being right to have a Sunday at home without calling a gathering of Stitch and Bitch, we gathered together to knit and natter, turn out accidentally over-large hats and anaemic-looking mice, watch Mulan, and eat a roast dinner. Not really too terrible a day after all!