Some days are good and others less so. Yesterday was very much an autumnal day. My very good friend and I spent an enjoyable day wondering around the more empty parts of the Leicestershire, enjoying each other’s company and putting the world to rights (Note form Ed: The author is very well aware that he has little or no impact on the great events of the moment that were discussed but at the end of the day both interlocutors felt they had expressed their considered opinions.)

I then I got home and felt like I was going to be sick. Perhaps it was something I ate? I don’t know but I had a very different evening. The day, as the meteorologists are wont to say, was changeable.

Today I feel like resting.