A Dismal Day

Or as we say up here above Hadrian's wall, dreich.

The last time I was in the wonderful bookshop in St Boswells, I lashed out £7.99 on this wee book of photographs. Money well spent. There are 50 pictures and I think every one of them makes me smile.

Which is a good thing on a day like today when the only thing to do was stay in with a good book. Yes, it was (is) dreich - that's to say, in Scots, dreary, bleak, etc. Dreich really is the only word for it.

TM went to the doctor's today and came back with a diagnosis of labyrinthitis and a box of pills. Picture his face when he read the directions and realised he is in for three alcohol-free weeks. When the only real cure for this weather is a wee dram!