Out of sorts…

…it’s been a bit of a week with tragic news from family down south and then Pensioner’s laddie yesterday; shocking.

I woke with weighty thoughts on my mind, which not even marmalade on toast could lift, so I resorted to the nuclear-mood-restoring option and pootled-off down to Rutherford Mains for a cup of tea and a bit of out-of-breathness as I cycled up the hill to Fairnington. The combo of tea and exercise is an impressive salve for the noggin.

Home, I felt much better, so tackled the skirting and door surround sanding in both bathrooms.