My Tante Mimi once had a hat of which she was particularly fond. It had been worn for a son's wedding, and to her sorrow, she never had the occasion to wear it again.
But it was too lovely to neglect, so she wore it on Wednesdays, while she cleaned her bedroom.
In a fit of blind optimism a couple of weeks ago, I bought myself a sun hat.
Paper braid, it may remain brand new and unworn for some time.
Today, although the water butt is full to overflowing, the sun shines intermittently.
The plants I brought from Newcastle have survived, and are responding well to warmer rain.
But it's too chilly for that hat.
Perhaps this Wednesday I could clean my bedroom.....