I was having a wee wander through some photos today, and I came across some snaps I'd intended showing you last week, but didn't actually.
This could sum up my life: not doing what I'd intended.
I love the drama of this kind of sunshine and cloud. I love the way these colours speak to my heart of strength. It may be because I'm an islander, but strength means more to me than beauty.
Even though I love beauty too.
Talking of strength over beauty .... This photo shows Big Brother lifting potatoes, along with one of his sisters and one of his nieces.
His nieces are both plentiful and adoring towards him.
Even though I said (above) that I preferred strength over beauty, that doesn't of course mean I don't love beauty. These waves, with the wind blowing spray off the top of the crest, are my favourite.
Doing the dishes with this as my view is no chore, I can assure you.
Raspberry Breakfast Muffins.
They are seriously good, but (and this may also be because I'm an islander, or because I'm Scottish, or simply because I'm not American) I cannot get my head around having muffins for breakfast - even if they do have crushed shreddies, porridge oats and fruit in them.
But you know what? I don't need to get my head around a thing to love doing it. They are seriously delicious and they may warrant a whole post to themselves in the future.
I stayed behind closed doors for all of ten days recently because of a sore throat. Of course, staying behind closed doors is no hardship for me - I have never been known to get cabin fever. Ever.
And one of the benefits of staying inside with a sore throat is that Katie hangs out the washing for me.
Along with her Macaroons, her home-made pizza, and her Lime and Coconut cupcakes, this is yet another reason I have for keeping this particular daughter.