It's supposed to be a long weekend, but I had a rather late Saturday start. I suspect the efforts of the week had somehow piled up and forced me to take it easy.
That's good in some ways, but also means my 'down time' isn't being spent doing 'my' stuff.
In addition, there's an increasing pile of domestic paperwork to ripple through and sort out. Sometimes it's like there is a conspiracy around Bank Holiday weekends which become extended rainy domestic administration times instead of fun style decompression.
Well, I suppose I this afternoon managed to cycle over a few hills to look lambs frolicking in the fields in keeping with today's new report that says even five minutes of exercise in green spaces is beneficial. Part way along a mad rain soaked my underprepared clothing and I had to shelter under a tree until a big brown dog told me to move on.
It was the second tree that had a good view of the sheep, followed by the reappearance of the sun.
This could all have been a tick in the right box if I'd planned it; what's the old saying, "No lists make me listless"...?
