This morning

What a gloomy day it is; a miserable grey sky with a chilly breeze. It looks like it's going to chuck it down fairly shortly. The coffee and fags were a bore. After I got dressed I wrote a letter to my social worker. I am supposed to call her today, which I don't really feel up to, so I'll go and deliver the letter by hand. On the way to the library, I went and had a look at the historic building's garden. I always concentrate particularly on the bits that I planted. They always seem to look a bit nicer than everything else.