It's March already, and still frosty out of a morning.
Then I cracked reviewing more really (mostly) awful University research reports, then in the even I threw a few things together and we shared a pizza.
After several years of complaining of how awful The Brits had become, I officially became so old I refused to put it on, saying it would be rubbish, with no-one we knew on it anyway, and they would all behaving badly. Reading the reviews we had a lucky escape.
I did a lovely roast pork for Sunday dinner.
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