Snow

Up early and writing quite productively for a bit. Then breakfast with Lorraine, doing the Wordle thing over toast and a boiled egg. 

Lorraine off to do Rhymetime at the library, and then spend time with Pat and Maureen. I went to the health centre and had a pneumonia jab. Apparently it is single jab for life. I am all for this, and am delighted to be needled. 

Thence to the gym, and waddled about in there for a bit on the cross trainer and a few bits and pieces. The lats machine is good for my back. There is a sort of stomach tightening one too, where you crunch forward on a chair with weights involved. A tiny man darted on to it, when I was literally two metres away, and I decided to wait, where he did a few bits, then looked at his phone for five minutes, and then did a few more this went on for twenty minutes and I left. I don't know what the etiquette for this sort of thing is but I felt like punching his head. Gym people are not my tribe. 

Home and felt quite virtuous (despite wanting to punch people in the head). I finished reading Ghost Wall by Sarah Moss and had an unashamed doze on the gold sofa. Ghost Wall decent. Evil dad trying to re-enact some terrible Iron Age bog evil on his teenage daughter. When I woke it was dark and a slushy kind of snow was falling. I took this award winning-photograph out of the open kitchen door.