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Happy Valley has ended. It was riveting viewing. No spoilers.
I was awake early again and drifted in and out of dozes until I finally got up.
My watch was flat so I had to wait for it to charge up before taking H out. And then I was distracted. Not hard!

We marched the shorter route round Castle Meadows before watching Ali play hockey for a while. It was a beautiful sunny morning. It was around 4C early on, rising to 9C by the time of our walk.

I returned home to drop H off and pick up T and return to Wallingford to watch Fleur play hockey. But T was still in bed, so I gave up and cooked a late lunch instead.

Predictably, my full tummy sent me to sleep. Probably something to do with the Lidl Bougatsa I cooked. A relic from their Greek week, with a filling of chocolate hazelnut. It was so disgusting that I will never ever buy one again. Never. Especially not tomorrow. They probably won’t have any left for me not to buy.

I had a pear with it. That’s the healthy bit.

H received T’s left overs from yesterday, including sprouts and peas and jacket potato, smothered in some doggy mince and a few biccies. There is nothing left.

When I awoke I enjoyed Call the Midwife followed by Happy Valley. I think I will suffer cold Turkey for a week or two. No spoilers.

I am told by our Greek relatives and friends that Greece is experiencing chilly and damp weather. The chill has even reached Palaiochora. And Rafina had a bit of snow. Crete has had a really warm winter so far, so I suppose, with Spring round the corner out there, winter had to put a bit of effort in. A little reminder perhaps.

I see Liz Truss is off on one again – after all she woz rite. Doesn’t learn.
How many accusers does Dom need to have before he decides he must have misbehaved?
Deluded pair. Or trio if you include Boris being in denial over his parties. Magnificent Triumvirate.

Thought for the Day

Typos

Misplaced – laced dustbin