Nasty, yukky, bleugh Monday.

It's gone all cold and wet and - pah.

I have meetings all morning. And I even have a meeting tonight!

Our row is trying to convince the council they want to give us a grant to replace the gates they took off us in the war to melt down for spitfires (or something like that). The gates would stop little scroats coming round the back of our row, down our private road, and breaking into people's cars. Or at least give them something to climb over first.

I expect this is not the attitude.