Windy walk

We walked miles in the morning chill. Our walk was marred by industrial loads of new fly tipping alongside the footpath.

We talked on FaceTime with Egyptian friends who currently live in Switzerland in the afternoon.

We counted the number of times the PM “urghed” and “arghed” from his new podium in Downing Street in the early evening.

It was cold enough to light the log burner in the evening.