Well, it's been brisk here.
Received 3 cubic metres of mulch and looking for where to put it, in the pouring rain.
DH has insisted on making a livener - a Bloody Mary - or electric soup as we call it. He's just told someone on the TV to fuck off.
I may get me coat, go upstairs, and watch the sublime Bob Peck on our boxed set of "Edge of Darkness".
And while I'm at it, why are all the footy club songs sung in English accents?