Somewhere out there...

Just behind those cows is our house and a whole village...
...maybe...

I'm still in a bit of a dip in terms of self-whatsit and thingy-drive. But my bloody-mindedness made me do a bit of yoga and take 2 x walks and eat and drink healthily and even play my flute for a little while (Tess had put a "Do not disturb" sign on the sitting room door while she made a video so I thought it my duty to go off and play my flute). There's something about feeling crap about myself that makes me determined to smack the crapness away. I think I must have a "We Shall Overcome" programme installed.

My brain is currently doing this thing where it can't filter Jeremy Bowen talking on BBC news, Dylan the dog munching a chew noisily, and Richard's legs fidgeting next to me. So I can't remember what happened today unless I go and sit in a silent, dark room on my own and I'm not going to do that