Light at the end of .......

Getting up towards 8,000 words on the final report. Slog. Sitting for long periods isn't good for IBS, which has been kicked off by recent stress. But, hey, there is light at the end of the tunnel and beautiful trees on our very social distanced walks.  Well, apart from one stupid woman out with her two sons, kicking ball to each other across the full width of the lane and dashing around in our path.  I asked politely if we could pass safely and she gave way quite grudgingly.  We managed a nice G&T sitting on our wee patio in the weak sun.