Hells Bells! I draw the curtains and see a thick haar. I can just see the barns that sit in the field in the farm behind the house. Fine, I have a 'must do and clear tasks' day ahead of me, not one that I relish. A damp haar will make it easier to get on with it. I put on two tops and trousers, to keep me feeling comfortable during the day.

Would you know it, the day I absolutely have to stay in and clear the decks with all sorts of important stuff, following a bank holiday, the weather becomes fabulous. The stiff breeze is warm and when I do put my head out the door, very briefly, (it is to do with the important stuff, honest) I find I am over-dressed, I am actually, too warm!

Discipline is called for, it is tempting to stay out, but no, I manage to stay focussed and go back home to complete the tasks. It means that when I do go out again I can stay out just a short time, no longer, as the evening meal will be wanted. Truth to say, I am peckish and want to eat something.

Going into a food store feeling hungry is not a good idea. The store helps me out. Most of the fresh produce is so well picked over, that much of what I want is out of stock.

I have a shared moan with someone who has been stuck in an office on this glorious day, then I go home. During our meal, I suggest that later we go out for a walk together. We do. And I am glad we did.