I've been up since 5.45am today sorting through months worth of paperwork. What with one thing and another the last 3 months have whooshed by at a rate of knots I hope is not repeated. As such the homestead was groaning under the weight of paperwork, receipts and the minutiae of everyday life. Very boring. But grabbing the nettle and a pint of tea I set too and by 9.30am had it under control, or at least ostensibly under control, much like a lion-tamer and his overstuffed feline ward. It is but an illusion. That done, the rest of the detritus poured into the recycling filing system I sallied forth to the Walled Garden café in Wrington, the Ethicurean to be precise, for a slice of their delicious to die for pear, almond and cardamom cake, a coffee and a read in the sun for an hour. Exactly what one should do on a long holiday, slow living at its best in the Somerset countryside.
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