Monday apparently.
Grey.
Damp.
Dreary.
Sunless.
Chilly in here at 17.8 deg, 17 in the kitchen, 16 in the leanto.
982 mBar, 28.998 in Hg, 736.56 Torr, 14.242 psi, (down from 989 last night), 65% RH (Lidl electric).

Meanwhile on the 25th of February 2020 Churchil, BR14, and Brillo popped in, it was dry around here until the rain returned, and NF popped his nose out of the kitchen window, then brought it back in again.
Had a reasonably decent night's sleep, which made a change, with dream before waking featuring dear old Robert The Books and a bookshop in some obscure place that might have been in that Swasea but wasn't where his bookshop used to be.
I'm beginning to wonder if the throat trauma from yesterday is, in fact, a version of the Chinese Plague. Oddly enough the vaccination site was a bit tender a few days earlier which generally indicates I've been exposed to sommat or other.
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