Rainy Saturday

It is just gone six and the sun is only now emerging over the rain-damp garden here at M's parents' home in Northamptonshire where I am staying for the weekend after his graduation day yesterday. I don't mind really as the gloomy weather has meant I don't feel too much like a couch-potato staying in and watching Wimbledon (where Murray is just about to start on centre court, so short post I'm afraid), but looking through some photos that my sister took at a friend's recent dinner party made me long for balmy summer evenings like we had a couple of weeks ago.

A Room with a View

I watched the original Merchant Ivory version of this last night (bought in a Cambridge charity shop a couple of weeks ago), and it made me want to run off to Florence with a charming Englishman.

Favourite quote, from the charming Englishman in question, our hero Mr George Emerson:

"It is fate - but call it Italy if it pleases you, Vicar"

A couple of car-boot sale finds...

A £3 teapot...

...and a 25p 1960s edition of Wuthering Heights. Lovely.