There are days, when I suffer from bad cabin fever.
For no special reason I feel like I need to move.
To get out of here.
And if I'm lucky, the weather isn't bad and I can take the family for a walk.
So we did one day last week.
The girl moaned while she put on her coat, the husband took the dogs, Alfie hopped onto my back, we all stuck our feet into not so fashionable outdoor footwear and off we went across the fields around the house.
And it was just perfect:
When we got home, the urge feeling of "getting shit done" had passed.
Everyone was happy.