Photo an hour: 21st February

It's been AGES since I took part in Photo An Hour, which is now run by both Jane and Louisa. But yesterday was the perfect day - not too much happening that would get in the way of taking pictures, but enough going on that it wouldn't be 12 photos of a book (which is a pretty accurate portrayal of many of my days off!).

9am - After a long lie-in, I'm just getting out of bed. Lovely bed.

10am - It wouldn't be Saturday morning without the Saturday Guardian to read (although I increasingly can't bear to read a lot of the news nowadays, I find myself getting too depressed and angry about anything coalition-related).

11am - Leaving the house to go swimming, in a rare occurrence of me going out without wearing make-up. To my eyes, I look old and haggard here, but I got ID'd buying wine without make-up on the other day so it can't be all that bad!

12.30pm - I was just getting out of the pool at midday, so this one was a little late. Back home, and admiring the lilies which have lasted since my mum visited almost two weeks ago.

1pm - Thomas making lunch.

2pm - I bough the timber and brackets for this shelf months ago and it's only today been put up. Thomas did the hard labour while I did the fun bit - styling! I love having space for our new It's A Wonderful Life poster, some framed cards we've given each other, and somewhere for Thomas to stash his books in the absence of a bedside table.

3pm - Sitting down to do some sewing: a few mending and darning jobs I've been putting off for ages, some more zipped pouches, and making a start on a quilt.

4pm - Come 4 o'clock yesterday, Instagram was awash with #Photoanhour pics of cups of tea!

5pm - Finishing off the book I've been reading, the very good (and very tense, although I did guess whodunnit) Faithful Place by Tana French.

6pm - Homemade pizza for tea, yum.

7pm - Setting off to see Ryan Adams at De Montfort Hall

8pm - A gig date with Thomas. We have massively different music tastes: Him - American stadium rock of the punch-the-air variety (think Meatloaf, Bon Jovi, Bruce Springsteen) and Me - angry grrrl music or winsome indie folk-rock. Ryan Adams is that rare place where our tastes meet, so it was nice to experience it together. 

And that's also where my photos end, as I'm not a fan of taking photos at gigs. Suffice it to say, Adams was amazing. Did I cry a little at the encore of Come Pick Me Up? Why yes, I did.