Whorls

I like a fading sunflower.  

Looking forward to going to the pub later with friends, while we can still socialise, before the joy of six becomes the new normal, or the new new normal. Or is it the old new normal. 
We chuckled last night when a woman being interviewed on the television news complained that pensioners wouldn't be able to afford the hundred pound fine for meeting up in groups of more than six.
Well lady , you could always obey the rules.