So if I put this one here, then move that to there, I can...oh *fvck*

People always assume I'll be good at games of strategy. In fact, I suck. My entire family just whupped me at Othello and my performance at Rummikub last night was comedically awful. Thing is, I'll always come up with some grand plan which fails to take the practical reality of the board into account, and then fall flat on my face. Still, at least they're generally spectacular failures.

My dog when I was growing up was a border terrier. The whole South Coast seems to be out on their walks today, and with them as great a variety of dogs as you'll see outside Crufts - of whom one border temporarily attached herself to us. One who looked unusually similar to William. This has put me in a nostalgic frame of mind all day, and as ever, that's sent me melancholic.

Still, the sun was powerful enough that I managed half an hour's reading on the balcony earlier, which isn't bad for midwinter.