Woke up this morning after a very shabby night's sleep feeling a little jaded hoping to find another soul enriching clear and sunny day. Opened the curtains to find it was foggy. Slightly disappointing, but not terminally so, as I do rather like mist and fog. There is a mysterious and magical property about it. The way it dampens sounds when you're out....
It's constant rain/drizzle which, along with the darker evenings, which displeases me.
I think the rest of today may consist of laying in front of Jeff Stelling and the guys as they shout about football. I'm lacking a bit of vim and vigour today.
Sorry if this entry is a bit subdued, so I'll leave you with a picture of Buddy (see yesterday's blog).
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I did Stelling too today. For five full minutes before Paul Merson made me reach for the remote.
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