Signs of normality

The weather, having become almost pleasant and almost encouraging me to set foot outdoors, has also given rise to unusual phenomena.

As I looked up to the skies, I saw three things I have recently been unused to: 1) blue skies; 2) the sun; 3) a plane.

God, how I miss flying and travelling. I know it is not the right thing to say or do, but there is something about being on the way somewhere that makes me excited and happy.

And as I sit deep in the midst of a translation into French of council minutes, quite frankly, I am clutching at straws. Anything to give me hope for the future. Because Item 3.4 relating to the non-movement of refuse in peri-urban settings is driving me up the wall....