Dreaming

Some mornings I decide to spend an extra hour in bed reading a magazine . I am an early riser .
I get myself organised with a cup of tea and a ginger biscuit, usually on a tray with a pretty tray cloth , teapot, milk jug and a cup , saucer , and plate that matches .
I settle nicely ,sometimes re,filling my hot water bottle . I open my chosen magazine ( Country homes and interiors )
After getting a third of the way through , the guilt starts to kick in . Looking at the beautiful tidy , superbly decorated , co,ordinated accessories in country cottages , I start thinking , I must get up , tidy the kitchen , dust my sitting room and plump the cushions .
I,m a patchwork / quilter so I always have a sewing bag at the side of where I sit , it is overflowing with threads of cotton that catch and trail . a pincushion loaded with pins and needles it could be classed as a W,M,D and bits of paper with jottings and ideas .
I think it must be wonderful to live in one of these dream homes with only the veg,. on the draining board ready for lunch , a bunch of flowers on the hall table waiting to be arranged . The sitting room with just the curtains to be tweaked to perfection before sitting in the window seat to read Country homes and Interiors .
Dream on cottonreel .