Wintry

January has been a long month and it looks like February is going to start as stormy with Henry heading our way.

Got up this morning to hear of another death, Terry Wogan. So many this month, a sign that my childhood era is passing.

No going out for breakfast today. The cold virus and tiredness are catching up with us. I'm definitely comething down with something. Said farewell to the gang and then back east in a very fast bus.

Home to collect stuff from Straiton and then settle in for another quiet Sunday night at home. Early night methinks