Glorious indolence

Torrential rain this morning. I felt disinclined to do anything and achieved this ambition with flying colours. Betty had got in late last night, and after a fast catch up, Lorraine drove her off in the rain to work at the stage school, then L did some shopping returning later dripping. I focused some of my best thinking on different ways of sitting on the gold sofa, drinking tea and eating. A gloriously indolent day. Apart from mopping up Brian the cat's vomit, that is. Brian is ill and sorry for himself.