Bleet, bleet, bleet

Perhaps I should clarify. This is sometimes how I feel my day is spent. Me bleeting away.

Day off and spent the whole afternoon at work.

Actually I love what I do, but you do need to have a break.

Went to the pub afterwards and caught up with some lovely chaps.

That was good.

And here are some cherry tree branches, denuded of leaves in my driveway on my return.