...In Which Nothing Happens....

Nothing happened today. Nothing happening happens from time to time, it's as though the world takes a snooze.

Nothing happened in newsland either, it can't have done because the Guardian reported that
liberties had been taken over the naming of the Blue Peter cat. Apparently 'Socks' wasn't the viewers' first choice. Some poor sod was sacked over this.

When nothing happens, the English-speaking world turns by default to the weather. The sky here was ...well, sky-blue all day. The temperature was cool however. So with the weather being cooler, the bedroom window was closed. The darker morning and the lack of loud noises outside mean it's more difficult to get up in the morning, there's less time between waking up and the alarm going off.

In Jam and Jerusalem, there are no pasties for the picnic because Rosie has forgotten to order them, so the ladies are cooking them,
'I'll have no Ginchers on my picnic,' says Eileen, so Rosie is measuring ingredients against a swede.
Thank goodness we finally have it here.