Colours...

A morning in bed, listening to Cerys (my favourite Sunday ritual), brunch, into the car to run some errands, then back to do some cleaning.

Iain was still feeling rubbish, so no trip to East Lothian for a blustery walk.

Bath, reading, FaceTime with my nephew and nieces and a tasty roast dinner at night.

Lying in bed at night I sounded like a pair of old bellows.