There’s something not quite right about buying an office chair on a Sunday afternoon.

Many-tower’d Camelot this isn’t but I feel like the Lady of Shallot, confined to the top floor bedroom with Covid over Xmas. Feeling ok now but not allowed to mingle yet. I’m having the hoover delivered upstairs to make use of my time in exile and will get my paints out later and have a play.

Sunrise from my home office this morning. Happy December, northern hemisphere folks - only three weeks until the days start lengthening again.

The backs of shops - independent traders - in my home town tell their story. Sticks of Brussels sprouts in the brick-floored storage room at the back of the greengrocers opens onto a cut-through called ‘Pack Horse Yard’. The first home I owned was a flat in an 18th century building that looked out over this. Exploring my home town this afternoon