A wild rose

An early start, and the idea for a new story which I commenced immediately. I seemed to have several ideas when I woke up this Monday, which is great. However I was beset by a fleeting gloom, and then alarm as I suddenly began dry coughing. This lasted no more than a minute then utterly disappeared. As I keep saying, this is a terrible time to be a hypochondriac. Managed to man up after this and had a good day's work on my own stuff.

A few notes to people, and otherwise a reasonably uneventful day. Walked, and fancied there were more flowers today due to the light rain that had fallen. Lorraine home, and surviving her day okay. I worry that there is a great deal of pressure on her, but she is doing well.

Below a wild rose, and people in the meadow.