Day 242: YES to DENMARK

YES to the pond, trickling with rain, lush through and through. It has yellow holly leaves in it. I can't work out where they could be from. Everything is green apart from some bright yellow flowers on the reeds round the edge, and the occasional orange life belt. Great contrast. 


An early upping today. I'm exhausted as I slept very little last night, but very happy to have been up. I'm a fool. I have a tidy inbox, but have failed to make a rather big decision, or to make the necessary preparations for that decision to be made. Shall I do it now, with my cloudy head and half-closed eyes? Shall I? 


YES to a really meaty meeting. YES to exciting new plans. YES PLEASE to a bit more performing. 


Thank you for free air. In my tyres. It's appreciated. Thanks for the fact that today's underlying grump-bubble didn't pop in anyone's face (except a little bit behind mine, but nothing too outward). Thanks for being able to laugh about it even through the crossness. 
And for super-efficient Pudding and very loving Esther Lilley. I do hope her walk went well. Oh, oh, and of course, for Denmark. Never forget that. Denmark's great. 


I enjoyed some people being very nice to me today. In lots of ways. Thank you for the Heath and a new friend. And thank you, after a full day of dog reticence, for some excitable dog action from a little, lean staffie with a boozy owner and a damaged ear. Patch and Bill. Thanks, Patch, for not biting off my hand. Thanks for the same, Bill.