Daff

I'm literally a day behind Mr A. But choices are few, so daffs it must be. Or daff. This is the only one of a bunch I got the other day that has opened. I suspect the rest are duff. Duff daffs. Well I never.

I got out for a brisk walk this morning when it was dry, thank goodness. It's been teeming down again since soon after lunch.

Other than that, I did nothing interesting, but got on with my stuff. Meanwhile, Mr A cooked an excellent curry, and then we watched Pikadero, which I'd seen recommended by no less a film buff than Pensioner. It was most engaging. Quite slow and sad, but beautifully filmed and quietly wry at times. It's on Amazon Prime, for those with the option.