Distanced pond chatter

They sat in their designated ‘as far as the confines of our patio allows’ spaces, without actually falling in the pond or smashing a pot or breaking a branch off an acer or facing a brick wall, for a spot of lunch.

I eavesdropped for a bit, smiled and then left them to it.

They’ll undoubtedly get more blasé with the whole distancing thing quite quickly so I know it won’t be long before I’m blue in the face for reminding them, but for now they’re as good as can be.