"Sue, what on earth do you do all day out here?"
Somehow I never get bored of my rural idyll. I don't need the bright lights or designer shops and since losing my hearing I can no longer enjoy the theatre or cinema. I love my cycling, exploring this beautiful landscape and keeping fit at the same time.
Today we went into the local town to buy bread and a few other bits and pieces, back in time for a leisurely coffee. Then I went for a stroll around the garden with my trug gathering strawberries and the first cherries. I wanted to do some work on my folly so I went to look for my favourite weeding tool. I had left it buried underneath some weeds in a bucket. The bucket was empty.
"What did you do with the stuff in the bucket?"
"I threw it on the compost."
My gallant husband then raked through the compost heap until he located the missing tool.
The morning has whizzed by and it's time for lunch. Salad and pâté on the terrace accompanied by a glass of chilled rosé wine. Paul wants to talk about the referendum. I want a second glass of wine.
Too hot in the afternoon to do any physical work so I retire to my sun lounger and read my book - The Principles of being a Successful Sloth. I pore over some recipes and plan next week's dinner menus (yes, I really am that organised). I watch some buzzards circling in the sky. I ponder on whether the farmer will actually get round to cutting the hay this year. It's hard work being this busy.