Blown by the wind

As you can see, I should have been cutting the grass in our garden today. Instead, an unexpected wave of irrationality and vitriol found us power washing someone else's terrace.

But, the sun mostly shone, which made up a bit for getting my only pair of walking shoes soaking wet. Now I really should be getting on with some paid work, but feel rather more like lying down in a darkened room making a long cheering list of all the people in my life who are lovely, to outweigh the few who make us feel like a tragic disappointment.

And tomorrow I'll see a whole bunch of the folk whose company feels like a warm hug. Conflict is exhausting.