There is little more depressing than to be in a holiday resort when the skies are grey and it is chucking it down. And it is expected to continue like this through to the weekend. The bars over here are really not designed for wet weather, with their minimalist interiors and their unfortunate adoption of the smoking prohibition. Nor am I cheered up by the somewhat pathetic GDP increase, meaning that the UK economy has only managed to recover to where it was a year ago. Better than a further decrease, I suppose.
Still. I have been able to keep up with the ironing. Furthermore, taking a beer from the fridge is not exactly a hardship. I have a nice wee Spanish chicken roasting happily in the oven and I'm about to put the roast potatoes in. And I can look forward to a double ration of Euro football this evening. It can't be too bad.