Only the tiniest bit of drizzle on the morning walk today, which culminated in a visit to the bakery and the local shop. I think I’m getting the hang of the protocol now – nearly there. SBO, but the shops are just the end of a long chain of other people’s work, growing, transporting, processing.
“A sower went out to sow”,
and we thank you God,
for sowers and reapers,
and bean-counters and fence-menders,
and drivers and washers and cooks,
fork-lift drivers and shelf-stackers
and bakers and sales staff,
househusbands, housewives, waiters,
chefs, bar staff…
…and the millions of other people
who keep us fed.