Bank holiday

I still have one last day of holiday today as it is a Bank holiday in France. The joys of arriving home yesterday were quickly erased today when, in the light of day, I saw the garden. Where we used to have paths, we have weeds, where there were plants, there are weeds and even in my lovely English lawn THERE ARE WEEDS. I know on the scale of human suffering it is about a 0.0000001. Perspective.