punctuation from a working weekend

In truth, I've had to do a fair amount of work this weekend, interspersed with modest unsatisfactory television grazing and a spot of (well received) cooking on Saturday evening.

Apart from that it's been a rather quiet weekend, although not one where I feel particularly recharged because the working part has blurred it into a 'working from home' weekday sensation.

Right now I've decided to put everything work related away, checked the weather outside (now sunny again) and to find myself heading out to make a late appearance at a music event. It's somewhere in Surrey and will involve varied transport.

At least there will be some punctuation from the working week and I'll head into the proper office tomorrow.

very big country house escape from rat race today

And so today's story begins.

I spent most of today at a very big house in the country.
There was rural charm, though no animal farm, in the country.
It had city dwellers and professional fellas, living life to the limit
In the country.

I had sunshine days and a heat filled haze, in the country.
There was Pimms so sweet, enough food to eat, in the country.
A kind of centuries remedy, not so Jackanory,
In the country.

In truth, it was all a bit of a blur. Pitching up at a big house, Pitching, Pimms from a pitcher and then leaving. You get the picture.

Maybe I should take a herbal bath.