Wednesday.
"Dry", yeah, right: wet wet wet, the drizzly wet that's wetter than a monsoon.
Grey.
Dark.
Sunless.
Dreary.
Chilly in here at 13.2 deg, 12.5 deg in the kitchen, 12 deg in the leanto.
1029 mBar, 30.386 in Hg, 771.8 Torr, 14.924 psi, (up from 1026 last night), 68% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 13th of December 2019 NF was on a remarkably convoluted journey to that Manchester, from the sounds of it for a CUK pissup of some kind, whereas I was watching yet more BTVS & Angel, though by this stage both were well past their best.
Walk walked in the grey gloomy drizzly misty fog: rather shorter than last year's trek: a mere 2 hours or so up to that Tonna, back down the tow path to that Neath, avoiding swans where necessary, then back home via a twisty path through town and no one mention the M X thing until half a mile from home when some miserable fecker came out with it. Bah Fecking Humbug I didn't say, being somewhat irritated.
Them next door were out for a while visiting somewhere or other but they're back now. Hope they stay there & leave me alone.
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