Thirty days hath September,
April, June, and November,
all the rest have thirty-one
Except March which has 8000.
Or something.
It is day 6, I think of the lockdown. At least the weather on Sunday was so bad that staying inside was a winner, not the endless sunshine we had during most of last week.
The day began grey and overcast, which turned quickly into frequent snow showers, driven by a keen easterly gale. Blow me, it was cold.
We stayed in, almost all day. Jools did go out for a walk, I didn't.
We start the day laying in, until what counted for daylight was bright enough to notice. We have coffee, then each do a session on the cross trainer, and all done by eight in the morning when Radcliffe and Maconie start on the wireless.
We do hobbies and chores for the three hours of the show on the radio.
The morning passes well. While outside the wind blows, the sun shines and some kind of snow/hail mix falls. We are glad to be inside.
After lunch, we watch episode after episode of Picard. I have no idea how many, but I am now convinced he is related to me.
Which isn't a bad thing in fairness.
Main event of the day is watching the count on my Flickr account move pass 100 million views. It takes most of the day, but does it at half five in the afternoon.
Here is a screenshot to prove it.
We have rolls for first supper, then share a pizza for second supper.
I beat Jools at Uckers then take part in #wildflowerhour.
And the day is done.
Not much happened, but we are a day older and a little bot stir crazy.
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