The new normal

Each day now normally starts with a virtual bike ride. What wasn’t normal was the fluorescent grocers delivery bike I was riding up the side of a mountain, which had lots of documents in the wee basket. It raised the mental torture somewhat. I’m assuming it was a one off random test of character rather than a daily event.

Apart from that it was work which ended in a ,frankly, triumphant presentation.

Immediately followed by a, frankly, triumphant dinner courtesy of Mrs Smith who has also been very busy writing all day. Both of us struggling, like most people, to concentrate but both convinced it’s good to be busy.