Today’s been one of those lovely long cold sunny Sundays. I woke late, and after phoning dad engaged in an interesting discussion about clichés here. I then went to get the paper, ate roast beef with all the trimmings at the table with Karen and Greg and spent the afternoon reading the paper watching the football on Sky TV. The day ends quickly at this time of year though, so even at 3pm you know the light will go soon.
Does today’s routine make my day a cliché or just typical?
Happy St Andrew’s day. (The Saltire flies at St George’s Beckenham today, as seen from my workroom).
Loving the snow!
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