Running slowly - before breakfast and ruing my stiff knee, the latest manifestation of my old age. To add to the knee, it's bloody hilly here at Plas Piggy.
Visiting Caernarfon - the castle may be a symbol of oppression but you have to say it's a rather magnificent symbol. Nice pint in the bar of The Black Boy and a bowl of chips shared with the Groupie.
Listening to - Gil Scott-Heron, Pieces of a Man. Nice.
Reading - The Mabinogion. In English translation, sorry about that.
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