Well I had a lovely walk and feel silly for letting my daily walk slide. True, it was probably sensible not to walk up the tree-lined street to town during #stormausten and #stormboelo but there were other days I could’ve gone but didn’t. The sun was shining and there’s a nice breeze, everywhere smelled of wet fallen leaves. I went via the churchyard where a mature tree had come down in the storms. I had a nice chat with a young man I read as queer in the mini supermarket. Now to ready myself for therapy.