What a grey day . . .

This is how the day started, and kept it up save for an hour or two when I was able to clear up the debris blown out of our willow tree by the 49 mph gusts we had.
 
I seem to be running through the list of symptoms that Mr Pfizer has presented to me, one at a time except the pain and swelling around the injection site which is permanent in varying degrees.  Never mind, I’m sure it’s my immune system doing its job!  I did consider entering myself for Derelict Sunday . . .