Monday, 21 November 2022

A crap poem, and a Monday plan

A frosty start
A bulging heart
Winter, like a splinter, hurts me

I don't think that is going to get any better if I try to continue it, so I'll bail out there.

Eight degrees Celsius is the anticipated high today, with the expectation of heavy rain showers this afternoon. I intend to spend as long as possible carrying out duties in my office, and as little time as possible venturing out and about.

RC 21-11-22

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