It’s summer and I’m dreaming of cooler days today. Everyone else that lives in the northern part of this country now thinks I am insane for thinking so. But isn’t there just something to be said for taking a walk in the cool breeze and getting cosy by the fire with a good book? I felt that way today.

And this is how else I felt . . . like living an adventure. Maybe in another country. I dream this dream and think this thought often. What would it be like to live in another country even if for a month? What if I was courageous enough to do it {and had the means to just pick up my entire family & go}. Somehow some people make it work. I read about someone doing just so, today. I wonder how, I wonder why, and I sometimes wonder if I could?

For me it is usually England. At least my daydream. I’ve always been an anglophile and anyone that knows me knows this.

And this is as close as it got today:

I started reading Cranford. Have you read it? I can tell off the bat this is no Bronte or Austin

I think I just might start watching Monarch of the Glen. Sounds like a good idea?

We had Tikka Masala for dinner. I know this is Indian but if my memory serves me right it is England’s National Curry or something like that.

I’m finishing the night with a cup tea & wishing it was Yorkshire Gold with milk (in first) & sugar.