Pink rose on a gray day

Quite a few positives today, managed to get to early morning yoga after a rare sleepless night, spoke to a charming man after waiting only 20 minutes on the HMRC helpline who sorted everything and was grateful to have had a solvable issue ( not half as grateful as I), and the woodpecker appeared when I was having coffee with Ewan. And I managed to kickstart the printer after the new cartridges put it in a comatose state, so we shouldn’t get lost tomorrow. None of us are good at reading 1:50,000 maps on a phone.
I opportunistically blipped the hallway roses on my way back from yoga having no intention of going out again, cold, wet and unusually breezy.