The central heating is on and I am still not all that warm. It is a quarter to ten and I am thinking I might go to bed soon so that I can put my electric blanket on and get really warm. I am in woolly jumpers just as I would have been in Winter. Our weather is playing tricks and according to the forecast on Country File it is likely to do so all week.
I am ashamed to say that I got up at seven this morning, made my breakfast on a tray, got my book and went back to bed. And there I stayed until eleven o'clock. It was raining quite heavily outside, at present I can't go out for Sunday lunch, so there really was nothing to get up for. I finished the book and then got up and had a shower. My neighbour called and we chatted on the doorstep, observing social distancing for ten minutes or so - but it was cold.
Hardly anyone has passed my bungalow today - usually there are folk passing all day on their 'allowed' fresh air time- but not today. I think everybody has been using the weather as an excuse for staying indoors. The day has been so very uneventful that I really can find nothing to say - except see you tomorrow.