You mean you expect me to sing in it ?

A thoroughly miserable day.  Foggy and wet. I only crossed the threshold to feed the birds and put some rubbish in the bin.  The one pleasant thought was that Boris Johnson had got a horrible day to visit. Maybe put him off coming again.
Only three more days of January to go. I'm counting the hours.  February may be a mite better and, if not, it's a short month.