Today: First frost, windscreen of van: Still unable to deliver to no 9 Newmarket Road: A little leaf that floated it’s way into my delivery bag: A favourite bush, Ipswich Road, muting gently into winter.

A difficult early morning meeting where we learn of the changes being imposed on our working day/patterns. More walks to go and the work to be redistributed to all, despite our often unachievable work loads. Moral is low, with more strikes looming.

A tear of happiness shed at the end of the walk seeing my colleagues, seconds old, new baby granddaughter via FaceTime.