Not a day to get excited about. Cold, wet and not conducive to doing anything very much. Apart from playing with Duplo with Adam and making a huge tower. We took the dog for a walk, he got wet and lay on the sofa and the sofa got wet. The days are longer but a fat lot of good that is: no chance of sitting in the garden in the evening with a glass of cool white wine. More like a hot cocoa in front of the fire.
I have a subscription to the Times newspaper but I have to say the Sunday Times is the worst of the week. It replays most of the week’s news, and has some very silly articles. The rich list: yawn. We came bottom of the Eurovision song contest: yawn. Prince Harry, Boris’ wallpaper: ditto. Back to reading my book, now John le Carre again.