We walked and talked and walked and ate Mr Whippy ice cream and drank coffee by the river.
On the way home I bought a large selection of picnic food and some beers in readiness for a beach picnic I have organised for the hospice staff tomorrow, luckily the Welsh government, unlike the English has not changed their guidelines that 30 people can meet outdoors
So tomorrow we hope to have games of rounders, beers and sandy sandwiches and there is an unwritten rule there will be no talk of the dying, of Covid of PPE and the like
There was a bag of tomatoes left on the garden wall from someone unknown when I got home and a round robin letter stuck in the letterbox from the Vicar warning that the church may well be closed soon due to lack of funds.
Chic Eleanor left a message about meeting up with friends for dinner next weekend
I am making sour dough bread tonight