Except with cold weather.

Slightly constructive day – manage to post some CDs, get some stuff to the dump and pencil out the changes to the flat I want to make. Also tentatively plan sudden Easter visit to Bath, but we’ll see.

In the evening make dinner and sort old photographs. It’s sad to see how often autofocus isn’t.

Not heavy duty work, but still.

The weather’s turned very cold, Winter’s last gasp before the inevitable happens. A bit like in a James Bond film, when the villain’s been finished off, but the henchman appears from behind something to give it one last go, and has to be dispatched in an imaginative way, and then punned over. Except with cold weather.

Completely forgot the toast.