Happy PJs

I had a very jolly long weekend. Long weekends are brilliant and should happen more often. I didn't watch the Royal Wedding live but I did watch the highlights on catch up. My favourite bit was the little bridesmaid who stood on the balcony scowling with her hands over her ears because she didn't like the noise.

I went for a walk along the Sheffield Round Walk on Sunday (the map in the booklet is fairy crap but never mind). While I was tramping though the Fulwood part of town I came across Mayfield Alpaca Farm. It had a tea shop so I had to go in to investigate. I'll go anywhere that has a tea shop. It was really sweet. There were chickens, geese, dogs and cats running around, and as I sat in the tea room stoking the farm cats a lady rode past the window on a horse. I want to live there.

It probably isn't as lovely and idyllic as it seems. It's probably very hard work, the owners probably never get a day off and I'll bet its cold in the winter but it seemed pretty bloody good while I was there.

The only unfortunate thing about the day is that I managed to trip over the ground and hurt my arm. The path I was walking on changed from grass to concrete and when misjudged how high I needed to step up to get from one to the other and tripped over and landed in an undignified sprawl on my arm. It was a special moment.

Quote of the day
Hope is the gay skylarking pyjamas we wear over yesterday's bruises ~
De Casseres

I love the idea of gay skylarking pyjamas. I want a pair. They would be the most fabulous pyjamas in the world.