Highlight of the week was a Steeleye Span concert in Birmingham Town Hall. The German Market was on and the centre of Birmingham buzzed. It's great because there's no traffic and the waterfall in front of the Town Hall makes it a great place to be, winter or summer.
It's been getting colder, with sharp frosts at night. The garden looked silver and black in the moonlight last night, frost sparkling on the trees.
The moon was glorious when it came up last evening. We'd been over to Burford, one of the Cotswold towns, to get our Christmas cake. Coming back at dusk, a large, deep-golden moon rose above the hills and smiled at us all the way home.
Not much of this happening. I've been ill and my brain has refused to work. When I've written anything it's been for the Ancient Egyptian essay which must be in on Wednesday.
Must go and do a few more sentences before I make our evening meal.