Turning gold (brown?)

I bumped into my favourite old man and his dog on our lunch time walk. Rosie loves his boxer and I love a nice, peacefully repetitive catch up with him. He was in his shorts enjoying the sunshine. He said I looked healthy and well.

And Daisy is utterly broken after many hours happily moshing yesterday.

And I had the most bizarre conversation I have ever had with any manager today which is stiff competition tbh. I had to ring a colleague to confirm how I should be feeling. I had my emotions all correct as it turns out.