Another morning cloaked in opaque misty dew with the sky shrouded in that milky bland indifferent greyscale.
It did not matter to me this morning as I recover the duvet from the cat that decided to sleep on my feet last night. I wrapped it round me for a bit of a lie-in after the long day. The cat looked indignant at me for disturbing her from dream soaked reverie.
I mooched around for awhile, before deciding to go out , contacted Phil for a meet up at the local auberge. I was going to do a cinema visit in Rochester after our little tête-à-tête in the pub. Did not happen.
To be honest, i got on the train, fell asleep, ended up at Victoria Station, and just went back home on the same train. It was too late to even consider going down to Cineworld. The troubling factor about it is ,in order of irritation, awkward to get to due to being on an infrequent bus route,company only pays for the cost of tickets and food and no fees, and finally it is a chain that favours way too many mainstream movies over the independents.
Minor rant over, as i am now going to chill out with some music. I have some very nice Danish classical music to listen to.

Oh and in Brighton on Wednesday at my former local i had a pint of Revelation followed by a feisty third of the Buxton Imperial IPA.