Sunday OK

Sunday was looking crap. Then, 10am, John Feather picked me up and we went out for breakfast. The day opened up and got infinitely better. I'm now sitting with Mark kermode's film reviews playing in the background, with a copy of THe New York times which I'm picking my way through. Beth and Abbey will be back around 11pm. This gives me room to read and watch the telly, ahead of tidying the house up before they get back. Health still cack, day? Really alright.