Socially distanced greetings from Stroud

A bench with no one on it, a sign reminding people to keep their distance. All very 2020. At least the sun shone this morning.

Tricky day, with much to juggle. Starting with my being rudely awoken from a nightmare by a repeated banging on the door. Postman delivering furry slipper boots for Steve. Ending with my jemmying open a cash box that contained £7. It was my own box, from the pub, in case you wondered! Who knows where the key went?

Everything else you can think of in between. At least I got outside while it wasn't raining! And Gloucestershire has NOT gone into tier three, either.