On a day of black ice, on the moor and on the roads.
I'm nursing a considerable number of grazes and bruises.
Feeling rather sorry for myself, plans had to be abandoned and I let Forrest look after me. We watched Martin Scorcese's Irishman. It was every bit as compelling as I expected it to be. I found myself feeling grateful for the big-screen television that Forrest brought with him and we somehow made room for when he moved into the flat. He knows now he's never getting it back!