Hazy Sky

Sundays are not my favourite days.

As a kid the only things good about Sundays were the top 20 on Radio one between 6 and 7pm and then Annie Nightingale.  Listening to those meant that there was no need to sit through Poldark, or The Onedin Line, or The Brothers.  If those mean nothing to you, you didn't miss anything.

Eye clinic tomorrow and there is a fair amount of anxiety floating around.