The weather started out wet and just continued in that vein for most of the day.
We didn’t do all that much. The weather wasn’t going to improve and Scamp wasn’t feeling well ( I blame it on yesterday’s Samba lesson ), so we stayed in and read for most of the morning. Scamp had a spot of lunch, but I didn’t even bother with that, which is strange for a Sunday.
In the afternoon I took a camera out for a walk in St Mo’s. It actually stayed dry for most of the time I was out, but on my way home from one circuit of the pond, the rain did come on, but it was a half hearted attempt at a shower. PoD was the remains of a cow parsley plant, now almost bare with only a few seeds and a wet leaf to break the monotony. Yesterday’s Buckfast bottles had disappeared from the ice, as had the M&S trolley.
Dinner tonight was a roast chicken which definitely lifted my spirits a bit. We watched a cobbled together episode of Strictly, but there was nothing there worth watching
In what might have been an attempt at forcing some interest from the Las Vegas F1 GP, both McLarens were disqualified because of car structure infringements. It just sounded fishy, the two front runners for the championship, both getting disqualified. Maybe I’m just too suspicious, but was that an attempt at livening things up?
Spoke to Jamie in the evening and heard of banana trees being swathed in layers of wadding to protect them from the winter weather until spring.
No plans for tomorrow. Hope Scamp is be feeling better.