This was me yesterday:
|Lady Reading a Newspaper by Carl Larsson, 1886|
Yesterday, I read The Daily Telegraph (hangs head in not-a-Tory shame) in the garden. To me that's an indication of slowing down, relaxing. Usually, I grab snippets of world news from the radio and online. Read a whole newspaper? Me? Simply haven't the time.
For the sudden acquisition of said newspapers - thank Rufus the puppy.
He has to have somewhere to pee in the night.
What better place?