We stayed in all day, lit the open fire and watched TV, it was that kind of day, cold and wet. I thought we'd had the last open fire weeks ago, but apparently not. Winter was back, unexpectedly. We put the central heating back on, we'd already turned it off for the year. It was cold and it rained all day.
I’m not complaining, even if the change back to cold was sudden and unexpected.
We binge watched the new season of Jack Whitehall Travels With My Father. That’s what you do on a wet Saturday, er, Friday. (With both of us working from home, which day it, actually, is becomes kind of sketchy) It kind of takes you back to your childhood, in a sense, so there is an aspect of it that is comforting.
A day in, the fire crackling, orange and blue flames, flickering, radiating out.
Jack Whitehall, kind of handsome.
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