I took this photo from my bedroom window a few years ago. No wonder I wake up in the night howling.
I haven't got the energy for writing anything too banal today, I must have burnt myself out on Alexander McCall-Smith last night. I haven't even got the energy to go to the pub - my cold seems to have come back again. Maybe I am on the receiving-end of a couple of long-distance curses?
I'm looking forward to settling down and listening to The Archers tonight. I don't know what to do with myself on Saturdays. For one minute, I thought they had pulled the brilliant stroke of getting Nigel to return in 'Blithe Spirit', but it was just some bloke who sounded a bit like him.
Some of the residents of Ambridge ought to take up acting as a career. They were brilliant, I thought.
If you don't live in the UK - or maybe even if you do - you will not have a clue about what I am talking about, so don't bother to even think about it.
Good Lord - is that the time? Well no, it isn't actually.