Thursday 12th March, grey skies
... I'm spending my life on trains, last night a very dodgy sandwich from M&S foods M/c Piccadilly reminded me why it's worth taking your own rations. Even texts from the Milan:United game failed to console me. At least you could say I'm following this year's pleasantly retro change of the seasons very closely. A pair of lapwings and several buzzards in Staffordshire, enlivening a rather deadly landscape.
Forgotten war-in-a-teacup, me and the media giant. For the record, I'm still locked out of my Virgin (was ntlworld) page. Hoping to get back in "in three to five working days". So they say. They've been saying that since New Year.