It was a sunny day, but cold. And I have done nothing really. Back and legs v painful after my Olympic exertions of yesterday. So rather a depressing day, except for a lovely link which Valerian sent me to a New Zealand Convention, with Maori brothers and sisters singing the closing song, the one which includes the line: "He soon will awaken those sleeping in death".
That makes me think of my dear aged parents. And reminds me that i have loving brothers and sisters all over the world.
Oh and a Kathryn postcard came, which was nice.
Col was out photographing what I have been categorizing as finches, but are in fact (I am sternly informed) crests. And he has rather a charming Kingfisher. I did get the sheets washed, and made a potato curry. And studied. And provided the hungry hunter of crests with a hot meal when he got in. But nothing else to speak of, so a pretty wasted day.
But I feel pretty wasted. Moan, moan, whinge, whinge.