I spent today in a beer garden, sitting in the sun enjoying many cold beers.
Well, that was one of the dreams I had while lying in bed, staring at the ceiling (we do have a lovely ceiling rose) listening to the gate squeaking in the wind.
I had to get up to go collect Phee, as Rae is working late, and I’m feeling better but time in bed will out way time out of bed by a large margin today. Hopefully it’s a return to normal transmission tomorrow.
Until then, cheers and please shut the gate.