LD 15. Food handover.

Our older son and fiancé came by agreement. They stayed outside. Some sought after foodstuffs exchanged. And a few minutes later they were gone. No cuddles. He usually ruffles my short soft hair and stands beside me, because he’s taller. Not today.

I pressure washed a bit more this morning. My wife tidied a bit of our small front garden after lunch. And spoke briefly with the odd passerby.

We never encountered many folks on our walk this late afternoon. Various networked paths through local newish housing. Nice enough.

Family FaceTime. Good chat: baking and kitchen splash back tiling.