A kind lady from our village delivering DH's prescription.
Working with DH in the veg garden.
Watching Peggy, our JR, having a mad few minutes in our field chasing nothing in particular.
Then hearing that Boris has made it out of intensive care.
I’m on Nitrofurantoin and feeling so sick.
Ha! Ha! Haaaaaaaaa! An OBE in exchange for the State Pension?

