Music for a Sunday: It was cold outside my door

Dear Diary: I’m feeling introspective today. Must be all the clouds…

“Dear Diary: It was cold today. But the Sun came out later, so I went out and strolled about looking at the shops. Didn’t really see anything I liked, so I didn’t buy anything. On the way home, I posted a letter. Been quite a nice day…Somebody exploded an H-bomb today, but it wasn’t anybody I knew.”