Friday...

...wine.

Household chores in the morning, and an afternoon in the garden, though there was a blustery, bitterly cold wind. Another bag of garden waste ready to go to the recycling centre. We had planned to go for a walk when MrM returned from work, but by then the sky lwas decidedly threatening, and neither of us had the energy or inclination.

In the evening, Friday wine and a film.