That Somerset cider must be very powerful. I was asleep by about nine yesterday evening and slept through until about six-thirty this morning. That's a good lie-in for me.
It's been raining hard all morning, which is a great shame. It does look as if it's starting to clear up now, which would be nice, but, on the other hand, it's holiday so why shouldn't I do nothing very much, if that's how I feel?
I might go and look around some of the shops near to Sainsbury's, if the rain properly stops. How's that for adventurous! Or I might just sit on the sofa with a book and snooze off. Isn't it terrible, having to make decisions! And there's six weeks of decisions like that . . .