Saturday evening

I am alone in the house and the wind is howling round the doors and chimneys.

This morning I went and collected my bike.
The weather was rainy but I biked to the front and looked at the sea, which was wild and rough.

Then I biked home and have spent most of the day quietly writing, reading and watching films, including Nanny McPhee, and Best Exotic Marigold, which has just finished.
I missed 'The Theory of Everything' Which is a pity, it is so well done, very sensetive.

The cat has kept me company, rudely washing itself on my bed and walking on my paperwork.

The weather has been bad all day, and I get very nagged about going out in the bad weather after all my illness, so all I have done is wander round to the shop, wearing my coat for once.

Tomorrow is due to be another quiet day for me, unless anyone randomly trashes it by contacting me or any more harm from the church of england.