A sneaky hour in the pub to round off a thoroughly uneventful day when my brain only played ball reluctantly.

What happens to all these run of the mill days? On the surface it was mundane. It was ok while it lasted. I noted its passing. There was love and affection and time with friends. A bit of laughter. Some new ideas. So, mundane on the surface, not a day that will spring to mind in years to come but a reminder that it's the little things that count.