Cider without Rosie

I should have gone for a walk, but didn’t, so that at the end of the day I suffered from feeling that I’d been cooped up a bit. I did go out and get a paper in the morning. And then a tradesperson arrived. I kept well back. And yapped. 
It being a rather wet day, we decided on a film later in the afternoon. Perfect Storm which they SK thought I might enjoy, it being all about a boat albeit one that goes catching fish. And with George Clooney as skip which I suspect the SK enjoyed a bit more. 
What else? Vaccine wars! We’ve lost every battle but noo we’re going to win the war, eh? At least the EU have now got some first hand experience about the inadvisability of intruding in the Irish border situation with size 11 boots on.