No Bovver

It's hard to find enthusiasm. I must have been around the gardens a hundred times. It's not that I'm pacing in circles quite, yet, but I can't help a small grr as motorcycles roar through the village. It's like the outside world is really normal and I'm trapped in a conspiracy of lies...

Except of course I know it's not.

Still, it was nice to get a not-too-close visit from SmileyCharlie as she did her allowable cycle-based exercise, and another from friends on their walk around the village. There are however only so many daffodils, tulips and cheeky robins I can shoot at.