Match ready

The beard is green, dyed because of a rugby match. Now he's off to watch another one, at a pub, not the ground.

I woke early and contemplated my swim. Then #2 son phoned, needing the car to get a friend out of a fix. Made me I wished I'd gone at 8. So no exercise.

I'm catching up on the 'house admin' - filing and bringing accounts up to date. Strangely soothing.

And it's raining - again.