It’s a sunny Sunday

The sun is shining; I don’t feel tired; I’m not in pain (OK, I’ve overdosed on my opiod analgeis but there are times when I get fed up of being in pain day in, day out); in the last couple of days I’ve had e-mails from friends I don’t hear from very often; Jo has no engagements today so there’s a chance of a quiet cup of tea and crossword before I unpack my new laptop and start setting it up while watching MotoGP (definitely) and the Wimbledon Final (perhaps); and between-times I may get out into the garden a do a bit of gentle gardening. So, at 6.17 a.m. all is right with the world. What really p****s me off and threatens my sunny disposition is that I can’t guarantee I’ll feel the same in an hour or two’s time. But for the moment life is a Good Thing. (Readers of ‘1066 and all that’ will appreciate why the capitals.)