Litter picking of course, and today the person that drinks the Thatchers Gold and throws them down the same stretch of road in the undergrowth, left them in a carrier bag. How kind!
I was tired after and had a headache so had a little Wimbledon snooze.
Later I saw L and S and Lyra for chats and cuppas.
Zoom call with brother in evening, they are off to France again in the week.