Yesterday.
Summery-ness continues. I only leave the house once in the afternoon - to go to Sainsburys. Not one trace of spring left now, and I cannot believe that it is still winter. One of those things about growing older - the more you appreciate time, the less of it there seems to be.
Pub quiz last night; Mark, Pete, Andy. We come second out of six teams. Cosy dark Caroline of Brunswixk. Same cramped toilet full of goth-graffitti and pseudo-Latin black metal incantations. Light when we go in. So light so late these days. Heading toward midsummer.
Lift there and back from Mark.
Almost straight to sleep.
Don't remember dreaming.
