Pretty much all day spent wading through the backlog of emails that accrued while you were on leave. The children’s faces smeared with residue of homemade chocolate cookies when you got home.
A tatty brown seabird was walking in the middle of the cul-de-dac under the evening sun. It didn’t seem to have the energy to fly. Sooner or later a cat was going to arrive on the scene.
through a spray