Ghost town.

J didn't go out on his motorbike this morning, as the rain  was  forecast. He dropped me at the gym, and I didn't see anyone I knew, which actually made a change, as I could listen to  Love Songs. When I had finished, I walked into town, as J  wanted yet another magazine, called Model  Railway Journal.  I pretended to be a bit of a martyr, but it was a good chance to look for a blip, and this was the result. I haven't done much this afternoon, as  it's cold and wet outside.  We are having a roast chicken dinner soon, and I am starving.  The last episode of Line of Duty tonight, so I am really looking forward to that.