The first day of the summer holidays was a weird vibe. Exhaustion combined with the usual anticlimax meant that all of us were out of sorts one way or another. Add Covid in the house into the mix and the disruption from the garage conversion currently underway and it was not the blissful peace that I had yearned for.
Today is another day, however.
With Rich unwell, football duty falls to me so I am taking advantage of the beautiful weather, and the seventy five minutes of sitting in a rural setting to drink my coffee and read my magazine. The magazine is called Breathe. Excellent advice.