The rain persists. Rick is barking at every single horse that rides by the house. A press photographer is roaming across the garden with his camera.
I watched a BBC programme about Peter O’Toole. There was some old footage of him with Richard Burton – they looked so very young.
I went upstairs and wallowed in a hot bath. Paul cut my hair for me (he does a very good bob). After the evening dog walk I shall curl up on the sofa with my whiskey and chocolate and watch Fargo and Poldark. It will be nice when the sun comes out again.