There was little sun today. I was awoken at 8.45 by the children going to the school round the corner. I fell back asleep and rose at ten. I yawned, the cat mewed and the curtains were opened.
I had toast and Marmite with gallons of tea. A rare treat in the midst of a Spartan diet. I sat down and sank into my chair. i dozed and slumbered in an ocean of quiet comfort. I looked across to my tidy kitchen, excited about another gastronomic creation. It was chicken korma. A delicious creation.
And so another day goes by. Lancashire won their county championship game against Middlesex and I wrote a shopping list.
These are the days when I’m lucky enough to be able to re-charge the struggling batteries.