Not a bad weekend really. Saturday weather was completely horrible - squall blasted freezing snow about 7a.m. and continued to do so. Got well wrapped-up, dressed dog in his (loathed and rarely worn coat) and bravely set off. Nearly fell several times, paths horrible - got dog out into country after about 1/4 of a mile. He flatly refused to pooh, turned round and set off resolutely for home. We meekly gave in.
After that it was paper, crossword, general stuff - Snooker in afternoon helped- I am reading The Mirror and the Light, so I settled down with that. I can certainly recommend it.
Today, much nicer weather, did some laundry and had a good walk on Filey Beach. I'm now on P.494 and don't have to refer to the character lists and family trees so often. Written my bits of non-news for local press and temporarily abandoned story I'm in the middle of because of cooking.
It's all perfectly tolerable; nice, even - but not all the time! I am beginning to wake up a bit depressed with the sameness of it all.