Listened to the news.
Got bored by the dull panellists on Any Questions.
Watched the racing. Shouted. Pigeon barked madly, as is tradition.
Made a beef stew.
Went to the village for errands.
Read a poem by Dylan Thomas.
Listened to a radio play by Raymond Chandler.
Had a sudden desire to buy all of Chandler's novels in the old Penguin editions.
Wondered what life was like on Fair Isle.
Threw the ball for an ecstatic dog.
Felt cold. It is eleven degrees. I think: what shall I do when it is minus eleven? Time to get all butched up for winter.
Spoke to my mother. We discussed equine bloodlines, and whether the New Russians will ever get into racing.
Thought about TE Lawrence, for no particular reason.
That's about it.
And now for your pictures:
PS. When I said yesterday that aliens had landed in Brazil, I did not of course mean that to be true. It's just that certain of the more hysterical newspapers were reporting it as if it were actual fact. They even got a special alien lifeform 'expert' to comment. He said that this kind of thing happens in Brazil the whole time, the Brazilian government even has some kind of aliens have landed programme with the military and all sorts. I know one should keep an open mind and things, but humans have had 150,000 odd years to spot a visiting extra-terrestrial. Don't you think someone would have some definitive proof to show by now?