Nothing to report

I worked all day. The cats were my (near) constant companions, As a result I have nothing to report unless you are interested in the preparation of NHS meeting papers or the tofu I cooked for supper. Oh and it rained again, surprise surprise. Plus we had the next torturous episode of the Tory leadership contest, which I find about as compelling as Love Island and nearly as brainless. It is days like this I just want to get on a train to London and lose myself in a decent gallery or museum and pretend that Brexit isn’t a thing.

As I can’t do that I think I will go to bed early with a good book - which I mercifully have many of - and a cat or two curled up by my side ...