Looking out of the window, a hazy sun is out and there is a slight breeze. Step out and you will find that that slight breeze is a cold slight breeze and the haze around the sun means that there is little warmth to be had.
Still, it is Friday, it is Market Day (much more market today as it is dry) and, as usual, the 'gang' meet for coffee in the Post Horn. Tomorrow there is a Sale at our local auction house, so friend W and I went down, ostensibly to look round the sale items, but in reality to have our lunch in the Restaurant. I had a delicious bowl of mussells in white wine sauce - ages since I had shellfish and I have missed it.
Now I am home, warm and cosy. Tess has been on her Pet Pals walk so there is no need for me to take her out this evening, the central heating is on,
and I am relaxing. The Times still to read - although really the news is all so depressing that I really wonder why I take a newspaper. I do feel it is important to keep abreast of world and national affairs, but stabbings in our capital, the dragging on and on of the 'spy poisoning' story which seems to be getting more and more complicated rather than getting sorted out, so many stories and absolutely nothing I can do about any of them.
So, do I continue to take a newspaper just to keep abreast of things or should I cancel it, be better off and bury my head in the sand like an ostrich (do they really do that or is it a myth?)