Pretend Summer

I'm missing summer - (did my new header give you a clue?) You know, the kind of weather that makes you leap out of bed, rush into any old thing just so you can get outside and "do stuff" So I decided to have a pretend summer for a few moments. Closing my eyes and drifting . . . Shorts, slip-slops, teeshirts, tousled hair, all a bit sandy. The gentle scent of suntan lotion The slight sting of mild sun burn. . . The wonderful tiredness that comes from a day in the great summer outdoors

Mmm, maybe a braai on the deck when DH comes home from squash?

It'll be a bit cooler by then.

Steaks, hopefully fillets.

Well, definitely fillets.

I have just remembered - this is my fantasy: I can have whatever I want.

Salads (piles of avo) and garlic bread, with ice cold white wine from Robertson's cellars, ice clinking in the still, warm evening air.

We'll put our feet up, basking in the last rays of the dusky sun, smoothly tanned legs shining with lotion (oh wait! I think I drifted off to sleep there - my legs haven't looked like that for a couple of decades) We'll go for a stroll on the beach later, come back and lie in the pool, chatting in the rich warm darkness. Then coffee on the deck, drowsy with enjoyment, heat, food . . . Sleep under one thin sheet, cause its too darn hot for any more than that. Aaaah! And now - Excuse me, I need to go put another jersey on And put the curry and rice on the stove.