After a pretty full on third week back at work and the finest cold that the London Underground had to offer, it was almost precisely what our souls and stomachs needed. Not to mention the blissful sweetness of a grandparent-facilitated lie in on Sunday morning.
It was one of those perfect Autumn afternoons and PA, little sister, Mister G and I went blackberry picking in the hedgerows between fields in the sunshine behind the village. And I have the scratched forearms and berry-stained baby to prove it.
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