Day 605

Doesn't December go fast these days? Used to last about 10 years when I was a kid. Up at 9.15, listened to Alistair Cooke, went round to my parents' and helped my dad repair the shed roof.

Beautiful clear sunny weather, chilly in the shade though. Watched Last of the Summer Wine in the evening, Repetition of the Same old Jokes more like. Still got a sort of charm though. Does the constant out-of-control rolling down hills symbolise Mother Earth's power to excite and invigorate even old men who are scared by their women?

Another quite good day for a Sunday.