I've Looked At Clouds . . .

. . . from both sides now, from up and down and still somehow it's clouds illusions I recall . . .     (Joni Mitchell)

This is me looking up to the sky and wishing the wind would die down and the temperature would rise.  A BBQ at the brother in laws this evening was chilly to say the least.  The food was good and the company fine.  A phone was passed around the table and we all spoke to our niece from the hotel in Auckland where she is in isolation after flying in from London a week ago.  One more week to go.  Her partner has symptoms and is in his own room several floors below her.