MetService says 10 degrees Celsius but it feel waaaaaay colder in our lounge. It’s overcast which just adds to the blah.
My wrist hurts and typing with the splint is not fun.
I want to write but my brain is not cooperating.
Didn’t go to knitting group because Emma had a tooth out yesterday and not feeling like it, also it’s handover day (the knitting group is knitting/crocheting items for Birthright, an association that helps one parent families) and the newspaper people will be there.
Feeling less tired, finally, after two weekends waking up at all hours to watch rugby 7s (Glasgow then London). My cold is getting better, only got a cough now and the croaky voice.