Definitely not a today's picture, absolutely no sign of any sunshine whatsoever here, just icy cold wind that gave us one of the quickest walks ever, all the way to the bottom of the road and back. However it rained just as soon as we got back in the house, so lucky in a way.
Had Sunday lunch in a little roadside caf in Brownhills. Thats the second time we have been there and the food was just so good again. Todays roast BEEF was fall off the fork tender and although we were there at 1.30 they had already sold out of the pork. Seems like lots of the locals know where to go for a cheap and delicious Sunday lunch. I quite like Brownhills, but today it was just a cold wind-tunnel of a High Street.
Now snugly home again, Darsh is in bed watching events in Paris and coughing (loudly). Joe is curled up as close to the heater as he can get without burning himself and I am sat here reading blogs, and lazily sorting out papers. It is getting dark early tonight and icy blasts of rain rattle on the back windows.
I think its time for a cup of Earl Grey tea and a biscuit.....
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