You know that child like anticipation before the big unveiling of presents on Christmas morning?
I've been out walking, in the rain, battered by wild west winds and for good measure basked in a splash of sunshine.
While the Squire is focusing on that bright light at the end of his proverbial chemotherapy tunnel and further afield, I am supporting him from a kilometre down the road, mind you not by choice it's due to Auckland being in lockdown.
Things happen in threes, don't they?
It's been a month of over-caffeinated thoughts and patiently waiting. I was kidding about being patient.