Funny old grey day.

One alarm went off at 3, the next one at 6.30 and then MIL rang at 8. So much for a lie in!

A walk was a necessity. Such a grey day. All I saw were lots of extremely dirty sheep and a bright light in the east. It could have been a sign but think it was just the 9.30 from Gatwick landing.

I know you don't really want to see a dead pigeon on Christmas Eve but I think it's beautiful.

My mother told me that as a young child I carried a dead curlew around in a box until she could wrestle it off me. I must always have been odd.

I hope you have a lovely day awaiting the sprouts.