All my Saturdays are the same
except for the weather: today it’s glorious sunshine with a nip in the air. I write for two hours in bed, shower and dress, walk up to the market, tut tut at the slow progress of the roadworks. Walk home, put shopping away, bicker a bit, check emails, eat a meagre lunch.
And that’s as far as I’ve got. Maybe something surprising will happen this afternoon.