It's been such a cold, miserable, rainy day, I decided to open my last bottle of whisky (a present from Rosa, my sister-in-law). Normally, whisky drinking season for me is from November to March, but recently I find myself breaking more and more rules by the day. Whatever, the whisky is wonderful, and it seems to me a pity in retrospect that it isn't cold, miserable and rainy every day of the year.
I think I might have ice-cream for breakfast tomorrow . . .