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Cancelled my plans for the day when a couple of hours after waking I was still feeling rough. Everything hurts, especially moving. As dog walking isn't optional, Rufus had half an hour in the park around 2pm, in the short period when it wasn't raining. Entertainment, such as it was, included Scotland v Ireland during which bro arrived and, after the final whistle, persuaded me to go to the Gardeners for an early (veggie) 'Sunday roast' dinner after which I did feel somewhat better.  The restorative powers of roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding! Back by 6.30, I was static for the rest of the evening still feeling like every joint needs WD40.

(The image is of rain drops on the double glazed front door caught, in the street lights, with my car in the background)