The day after the day after the Big Day and lethargy was still the word of the day. It didn't help that the skies were grey, and then a different shade of grey when it started snowing. Any plans I had to go outside were swiftly put on hold.
By early afternoon the snowfall had turned to a fine persistent drizzle of rain and I decided that a wander around Falkirk town centre would be better than vegetating in front of the TV. The town was pretty quiet (as confirmed by today's Blip) but I managed to amuse myself for an hour or so before getting the bus home.
It is the season for lethargic vegetating after all.
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