I am sitting in the beer garden of a little pub on the Avon river, just next to a marina full of pleasure barges, with a 'point of bitter' as they say here. England has turned on her sunny best, everything around is green and alive. There is a simply adorable couple two tables over, who are being unbearably cute.
I've been a bit down this week about not having work and my own lack of activity in finding it, but right now, the river is singing, the beer is flowing, the couple have just walked off to find somewhere more private, and life is good.
Or it would be if my internet connection worked a bit more reliably...
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