Fresh for a Friday...

"What's it like out?" Ms J asked me as I arrived at her front door. "Fresh" I replied "For a Friday". "It's due to rain on Sunday" she said "I don't watch much of the news, but that's the only thing I did take notice of". I said with that knowledge she'd now be my goto weather forecaster.

The regular doorstep conversation then took a turn on to day trips out of London, and (don't ask me how we got onto this as I can't remember) we eventually ended up discussing blood pressures. With that jumble of thoughts in my mind I headed out into the sunshine to find the aisles of the world's politest supermarket were again well set up for auto social distancing and I was soon back at the door.

Clearly the conversation had persuaded Ms J that she'd venture out later to sit in the park and take in the sunshine and fresh air...after all, she knew exactly what the weather was going to be like later today.