my last sunday off work

a while

we close in january

just as well with this weather



all is quiet in town



& at home

find out that

that is more to do with the rugby

than snow



so plans are to watch andrew marr

with coffee

no cake

am intersted in politics randomly



the bread pudding i bought



is limp & wet

& only good with cream & sugar



after we tidy the crog loft with soap

and ingenuity

& knit later



the look on her face when

i said it is for homeless

which of course includes

refugees



i cannot forget

yet

am starting to fathom the meaning



only 3 degees below this morning