I’ll come onto what you’ve got to guess in a minute.
Have spent today feeling out of sorts. The weather was lovely. Chris, Cal and I went on a walk on footpaths we’d never been on, around where we live. Generally pottered around. But at the back of all of it was the surreal feeling that Rosie shouldn’t be dead and we shouldn’t need to be visiting her grave. I think perhaps I had a subconscious hope that when we got back from holiday she’d be back home. But of course, she isn’t.
While we’ve been away though, other people have been very busy. And you have to guess what this is about: