It’s the routine that kills you

Day spent working on New Zealand stuff and still trying desperately to catalogue stuff for insurance. Wet and chilly – is it possible that we are both still cold from yesterday? Chilled to the bone. Doing the laundry was the highlight of the day. What a life. But it only takes a second to shake my head and realize what those poor buggers in Israel and Palestine would give for a day like this.
 
The tree outside our front window provides a glorious interlude.