Today is bread baking day. Nicky and I are making sourdough – which means a big salad and bread for dinner.

And really – not much else going on.

Political debates on Facebook. And I am determined to keep them civil. I could go on a rant here but I feel too tired. One day I will write an essay. But today is not that day.

Today we walked the dogs in the sun, looking at the buds on the trees and bushes fattening up, eyeing the last of the snow in the village. True spring weather today: showers and sunshine.

So – more baking to come (became sourdough is an all-day endeavour) and then dinner. And tomorrow I will write and write and write.