Cold and damp

Most of the morning was spent dealing with the printer which has been suspiciously reliable for too long. I left for yoga reconciled to getting it replaced, I have wanted a wireless one for ages, had another go on my return and got it going.
Weather terrible, a good excuse to read my way through the afternoon, currently enjoying Miriam Margolyes memoir – “This Much is True”. Her gig with Alan Cumming was a bit misleading and she spent her childhood summers in one of villas in Aytoun Road, her grandparents moved from the tenement in Govanhill when her dad was a teenager. I spotted this fluffed up chaffinch when I went to make a cup of tea. Otherwise it would have been a blip of the cranky printer.