Sign of the Times

I managed to do the whole Joe Wicks work out this morning. I’ll ache tomorrow.
Fed up of walking in wearing my pyjamas on D mid-video call, I made a sign for the door where he’s working. He can now give me warning and hopefully avoid giving his colleagues a terrible shock first thing in the morning.
I put the washing out and the heavens opened but I managed to get it dry as it was sunny and blowy between the showers.
We walked Molly and dropped some shopping off for my mum and dad.