and they sit outside at 'The Travellers' Rest'...

Mega frost here this morning and fog but it soon cleared. I had lunch outside in the little suntrap by my kitchen door, thus living the fantasy I had before I moved in. Later it clouded over but walking up to the shop I heard the drone of lawnmowers and there were people sitting outside at the pub. Didn't see anyone 'sprig-muslin drest' but it felt like spring and the washing dried in no time. Now you see how easy it is to witter on like Nella Last; I will spare you the visitor, the Tory canvasser, the phone calls and what I ate (considerably less than Nella and her husband).