A greige Sunday with two colourless dog walks at either end of the day. But our evening walk was brightened by still water between the current fish market looking over to the old location which is now a thriving area of bars and nightclubs.

This is one of our favourite circular walks around all the commercial harbours. Almost never in the dark but there are plenty of lights and it is a safe enough area.

Here is another still water shot from November.

Clearly I love still water and colour beats greige any day.

Here I am awaiting a little Pride and Prejudice ( Sort of).

Jane Austen, it has been a while.My reading schedule is impossibly full so revisiting the reading of my youth is unlikely.

I was briefly youthful this afternoon, as I explained to comfortably seated theatregoers that I was 19. My seat number, not my age. But in that moment I identified as 19. At 19 I was much more familiar with the works of dear Jane. I have always wondered why she didn’t write a novel called ‘Judgement’

Review of the play from a proper reviewer below. I was too busy enjoying it. Not that I enjoyed it as much as others. Proper Austenites got every clever joke milliseconds before me.  I am an unashamed laugh out loud kind of woman but I was in the presence of people laughing and whooping to a whole new Tena Lady level of mirth.

https://www.theguardian.com/stage/2021/nov/03/pride-and-prejudice-sort-of-review-silliness-and-sensibility?CMP=Share_AndroidApp_Other

I’m not sure what I was expecting, but I was hugely entertained. So I am doing what the poster on the stage suggested.

I have migrated from the East of England to the West with some  long term living in London and the South East. On this map I grew up in pale blue and have lived on both green and dark blue areas. I currently reside on the cusp of red and grey my words for the evening meal have never altered.

Lunch occurs between noon and  2pm.

Tea is almost always just a drink unless it becomes an event with cake and sandwiches and is called afternoon tea. Small children have a late afternoon snack which I could call tea but never do.

A meal after 6 pm is supper unless I am in a restaurant choosing from a ‘dinner’ menu but I would still call it  being ‘ out for supper’

All this written before breakfast which seems pretty secure in its identity as the first meal of the day unless it slips rather too close to lunch and becomes brunch. Actually my favourite meal.

Here we are in the actual mid-winter. Mid January to Mid February. Lola had a moment of a real photo opportunity on a red Chesterfield in a Bikers cafe today. She is a dog that loves both sofa’s and cafes. Her perfect life would be as the companion dog for a food critic. Lola is not a fan of mid-winter.

I was feeling a bit mid-wintery this morning. Just a bit bored of my winter clothes and wishing for sunshine. Last weekend’s glorious days were just too much of a tease for me to happily revert to the greige of this weekend. The cure was a jar of marmalade.

I have absolutely jumped the gun with this purchase. A good friend makes the best marmalade on the planet. But she is a purist and only makes it when Seville oranges are in season and available in February. Hers is dark, bitter and bursting with flavour. Only Frank Cooper gets close and on a day when the sun has failed to make an appearance I need marmalade to bring some colour to my life almost as much as Lola needs a sofa!