.three degrees.

my last sunday off work

a while

we close in january

just as well with this weather

all is quiet in town

& at home

find out that

that is more to do with the rugby

than snow

so plans are to watch andrew marr

with coffee

no cake

am intersted in politics randomly

the bread pudding i bought

is limp & wet

& only good with cream & sugar

after we tidy the crog loft with soap

and ingenuity

& knit later

the look on her face when

i said it is for homeless

which of course includes

refugees

i cannot forget

yet

am starting to fathom the meaning

only 3 degees below this morning