Today has been one of those days I really hate: an uninterrupted blanket of dense cloud the colour of good Welsh slate, persisting throughout all the daylight hours. It must have been incredibly deep as well; it was so murky at one point I thought the street lights would come on. I have a friend who loves gliding: I doubt he would have wanted to be aloft in this stuff.
This afternoon I drowsed on the couch for nearly an hour. I suppose I must have drained my energy cells over the last few days. Perhaps the strain of this coming-up-to-retirement thing is beginning to get to me...
However, I propose to summon the necessary grit to go out to the cinema later to see "Made in Dagenham" while we've still got the chance. Films like this come and go very quickly in the mainstream cinema chains, if at all. We should probably think ourselves fortunate we had it at all in the provincial backwater we call home.
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