Really?

So apparently I am going to have to post from a smartphone. Wonderful. Turns out all those anxiety dreams weren't anxiety dreams, but the onset of psychic powers.

Dammit,  I always hoped I'd get something cool, like super strength.

Well. There has been cider, which was warm, but rather lovely. There was getting stuck behind a tractor full of you-know-what,  and that was significantly less lovely.

The sun is out, the sky is occasionally blue and the mud is drying up. Ollie has arrived on site, have successfully located one friend and rather randomly been papped by a Times photographer for their welly special.

Or I'm the victim of an elaborate hoax.