Monday.
Grey.
Damp.
Sunless.
Dreary.
Chilly in here at 13.4 deg, 12.5 in the kitchen, 11.5 in the leanto.
993 mBar, 29.3232 in Hg, 744.8 Torr, 14.4 psi, (down from 996 last night), 66% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 16th of March 2020 WTFH's Mrs was off on a secret mission, DaveB's dog was unwell, BR14, AndGarbs and LM popped in, NF was irritated that appointments with the GP were now only available on the phone, and posited the theory that covid was A Cunning Plan by receptionists to kill us all off, the Final Solution to the irritating patients problem.
. Whilst discussions were ongoing regarding the carpet shop lights timer.Yet another dream of working somewhere I didn't want to be, though this was improved by imminent redundancy and, curiously, cream cakes.





. There was a huge crash on the M25 and I sat 3/4 of a mile away from the A3 turn off for the better part of an hour. We were then all diverted down the A3, which isn't my normal route (I prefer the A24). I wasn't late for the family dinner. Dinner was actually quite good fun and then I drove home afterwards, getting back at 00:15 this morning. The drive home was far less eventful.

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