Lazy Sunday afternoon

We awoke at our usual time of about 8.30am, dressed and set off for the Clapham Farmers Market near Abbeyville Road. The Market is open from 10am to 2pm every Sunday and is well worth the 20 minutes it takes us to drive there. The sun was shining and we wandered around our favourite sunday market, pondering what fruit and vegetables we should buy for the week ahead.

Armed with our goodies, salads, cheeses, breads and flowers, we bid farewell to Clapham and headed home to East Dulwich. We sat outside devouring the delicious campigrain bread and ewe cheese, topped with the most delicious plum tomatoes. For the next few hours we lazed around reading the sunday newspapers, with the sun shining down on our little garden. With our bellies full and the papers and magazines read pretty much cover to cover, we were desperate to fill the remainder of our lazy sunday afternoon with nothing too stressful

We recalled that there was a little fete happening up on Goose Green, having seen the shower of people there on Saturday, so we donned our sunglasses and flip flops and headed off for some summer festivity. Imagine our disappointment when we discovered it was only a one day affair.

Not wanting to sit outside one of the pubs drinking for the rest of the afternoon, we headed home, just in time for the heavens to open, lightening to strike and the rain cascaded down, accompanied with the biggest hail stones you have ever seen. I set about the domestic chores that I usually get done on Saturday and George became somewhat restless. With the heavy rain belting down and remembering he had signed up (and paid £30) for a charity run, he decided now was the time he should test his fitness and go for a jog around the streets of East Duwlich. Disgusted at his timing for fear he would enter the outdoors, catch a death of cold and then expect me to nurse him back to health, I opened a really nice bottle of red and thought about my friend Elsie Button, who for the past couple of months, has gone on and on about the fact I should create my own blog. So I sat down at the table, booted up my boyfriends laptop and smiled to myself about what I could write about.

By this time George re-emerged in his shorts, T-shirt and trainers, saw my glass of expensive and delicious red wine, looked outside at the pouring rain and for a split second debated his training for his charity run. Being the conscientious, caring person he is, he ordered me to save him a glass of wine as he set off for his marathon training session (a couple of miles is a lot when you havent been to the gym for about 4 months and that is all he said he would manage on this occassion). He advised me he wouldnt be taking his keys with him and would ring the doorbell when he needed me to let him back in. He kissed me goodbye and I swear within 30 seconds the doorbell rang. I laughed to myself as I thought he had changed his mind and would probably pay the charity a large donation not to have do the blinking run. He needed a sip of water... and then off he went.

About ten minutes later he was back and I had only just managed to create my blog. He proudly asked how long he had been away. When I told him that I had only been on the laptop for about ten minutes or so, his face turned the colour of my vino and he said that he had done enough for today and he needed to break himself in gently. He said "hey sunday afternoons are for relaxing and laying around, I have done more than I normally would". I smiled and went back to my blog, happy that I had started something new for those lazy sunday afternoons.