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. Poetically Frosty innit.Morning.
Saturday. WWIII day.
Dry.
Dark grey one side, hints of blue sky the other.
Sunless.
NotSoChilly in here at 14.2 deg, 13. something in the kitchen (thermometer increasingly borked), 10 in the leanto (good old alcohol).
1013 mBar, 29.91 in Hg, 759.8 Torr, 14.69 psi (up from 1006 last night), 66% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 18th of March 2020 BR14, LM, NF, WTFH and I popped in, NF was cooking stuff whilst LM's HWMBO was railing at the tv where some cooking programme was in progress, whereas I was watching T:Genysis and found it oker than T4 had proved to be.
Walk (unabbreviated, towpath) walked in the sunshine.
:.Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: MoneyBox wondering why Crapita are so called. 'Tis obvioius I'd have thunk.
News Quiz. It'll miss out on the latest doom & gloom. I love the smell of napalm in the morning.
Today's shock horror discovery: not content with shutting the Neath branch of M&S after 99 years, they've decided to shut the much larger Swansea M&S after 123 years.
WTF? The options thereafter are a trek to Llanelli (free on the bus) or on the train to that Cardiff. I'd better buy several years worth of socks & shoes before they close. FFS.




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