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| View from the salon window |
Sun on the mountain peak this morning, and shortly after eight on the bedroom wall. In fact the weather we hoped for yesterday, though just as welcome today as it would have been then. The bedroom is by far the warmest place in the flat. The salon has the sea view but a northern exposure and never any direct sun which must make it the most desirable room in summer. And not exactly freezing in this weather.
We’ve begun referring to the bedroom, depending on the time of day, of course, as the morning room. Used to read books set in posh houses featuring morning rooms. Thank you, Alice, I’ll have my coffee in the morning room. The sort of books where women who did no other work spent the morning answering letters - probably after giving instructions to the cook. Well, no cook, other than our good selves, and chronically behind responding to email.
But our bedroom does have, as well as the bed, two armchairs and a small table, so serves very well as a morning room for coffee or reading. Actually the drawback is that it can get too hot in direct sunlight, with the mercury expanding happily past the forty degree mark. That’s where the scale stops so impossible to assess beyond. Before it reaches that point, obviously, we move the chairs to a shadier corner. And by then the part of the deck in the sunlight will have reached twenty degrees. Definitely no complaints.
Had debated whether to cook the chicken today or tomorrow but when J was willing to make cabbage rolls for today we opted for chicken tomorrow. Bird now reposing in a pot of wine and herbs awaiting the morrow.
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