I carried a watermelon

When Zeke staggered into the living room, buckling under the weight of his favourite fruit, I couldn’t help but think of Dirty Dancing.

Gratefuls:

1. The kids dancing around to Glastonbury while we recuperated after a late night;
2. A picnic with our previous vicar and co;
3. Folk being kind to me and checking in ahead of the imminent return to work.