Glorious, beautiful morning: sun shining, birds singing, flowers blooming. Spirits lift irrepressibly. Zip through the monthly Gift Aid returns, finalise arrangements for Horticultural Association AGM and do various errands around village with cheery wave for all.
Good mood not dented even by discovery that younger son sent 3,214 text messages in first month with new phone contract. Will no doubt be told that this is entirely normal and that I have No Idea What Normal Teenagers Do Today.