ting here on Sunday afternoon, staring out at a damp (but not nearly as bad as yesterday) and grey world. The news is awful just now which ever way you turn, and conversation seems to only be about when we will get our vaccines and how we would love to travel to see loved ones. But then I stop and reconsider the world outside my window – everything is green, the bulbs are coming up, the clouds are clearing a bit (it did rain later), the kākā are calling raucously and there is a shepherd’s pie ready to go into the oven for dinner. Maybe things are not so bad after all.
