Dull

Facebook often suggests I should join a group called the Dull Men's Club. Perhaps the Zucker Man's data scouring operation has a point. 

Dull day. Dull Blip.

On the positive side, the sun shone so it was not totally dull. And of course I now have a wide selection of clean shirts to choose from in the coming days. The clean underwear shelf is bulging. The sock drawer too. 

There is a village in Perthshire called Dull. It is twinned with a town somewhere in Trumpland called Boring. A marriage made in heaven. 

Ok, I had better start preparing for bed. Tomorrow will be busy and take up a lot of my energy - unless the weather forecasters are right (seems unlikely) and it snows overnight.