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There's nothing like a good bath. Except perhaps a very small swimming pool, although if you fill swimming pools with bubble bath then you tend to get shouted at and barred. A combine harvestor, let it be said, is also nothing like a good bath. Anywho, today is one of those days where nature really couldn't be arsed to make an effort. It's one of those days where upon discovering what the weather is like outside you check your watch to see if you haven't got up at 3a.m. by mistake and wandered into the shower, which just happended to be on but the heating wasn't. In other (much more succinct) words, it's dark, it's wet and it's cold. Yes, I know, I live in a country that many foreigners always consider to be dark, wet and cold but today is just not cricket (baseball with sedatives). So, as there's pretty much bugger all to do I've spent half of the afternoon in the bath reading saturday's The Guardian, whilst drinking tea and eating Rich Tea Finger biscuits. Sunday has in reply become darker and wetter, and in a flourish of originality, has become a bit breezy as well. Flicking through The Editor pull-out section an article caught my eye (reading in the bath can be dangerous). The eye-stabbing snippet was referring to Kenny Rogers and www.menwholooklikekennyrogers.com. A startling collection of silver bouffants indeed. Ah right, I see time is progressing onwards to 4pm BST (British Summer Time - no, seriously) and this can only mean we're about to enter into the long dark teatime of the soul. Mind you, it could be worse, it could be Monday.