Flying high

I made myself get up this morning for a dog walk which is where I saw this Red Kite.  

I had to practice what I preached when they were smaller.  If one of the boys complained that they felt ill in the morning, I'd always encourage them to get dressed and go to school.  They could always come home later, but 80% of the time once they got there they would feel better.  (A notable exception was when James threw up all over several other children  only half an hour after I'd dropped him off - eeeek).

Anyway it didn't work for me either and once again I've spent most of the day asleep.

Caught up with my Dad and sisters later on Zoom - Dad's full of cold too, though he can't have got it from me.