What a better way to start the day than checking through a translation about, what else, Napoleon. Typical French I suppose.

Nothing much else went on, but it was a very good day; the sun was shining and all was well with the world.

There's not much more I can say, I suppose it's been a dull day; nonetheless a good one. What is it makes me feel good I wonder? Why does doing exciting things sometimes still not cheer me up, and yet a crisp sunny morning and a bacon and egg sandwich made the day. Odd.