Sleep, repeat

Another day of the same. Getting on well with my book, it’s amazing that it was written 15 years ago and is a crime novel set in London during a pandemic feels like it could be now.
Black bean stew for dinner.
Street organising an afternoon tea in our own garden on Friday afternoon, not sure how that will work as we will not really be close enough to chat, we can only actually see the people on one side and opposite because of vehicles.
Lots of bird song in the garden again this evening.