Fungi

Another lovely autumn day.  The grass is in need of cutting, but W has a good going runny nose now and still feeling under the weather.  Despite that, he cooked "Sunday" poached eggs for breakfast because there won't be time tomorrow morning.

My negative Day 2 PCR result pinged on to my phone and into my emails at 2345 last night - almost 18 hours after W's had arrived. 

This is a random outcrop of toadstools in the middle of what passes for a lawn in our garden - when W does get around to cutting the grass, it will be chopped down in its prime.