More of the same

Monotonousness tedious dreary dull


Lock down One was in the spring and I lived outside, happy as a pig in muck (although I never admitted it)
This time round its wet and cold and dark early. The only break in the day is the daily dog walk, usually just under an hour, around the village. Today we had only taken a couple of steps when my foot slipped. Not much, still kept my balance but I was aware how icy the roads were. For the rest of the walk I was carefully studying the road, looking for and avoiding  shinny bits. I tottered around like a really old man. Not good.