Dreich

What a dreich old day, despite Polly's best efforts to cheer it up. The news app on my phone is very random in its selection of stories to alert me to as they happen and this morning, having been quiet for days, out of the blue it woke me up to the news of Terry Wogan's death. Not a nice way to start the day and very sad. Mum and I met him once, at a charity tennis tournament. I think we failed to get his autograph on that occasion but Mum does have a signed Peters and Lee LP she won on his radio show. The thing with Terry was that he really seemed to have life worked out: he knew what mattered and just got on and enjoyed himself along the way. We would all do well to remember that formula.