There is the chance to stand and watch the sunrise again as Jools makes ready to leave for work, and I finish my coffee.
Days very quickly fall into a pattern; have breakfast, get dressed and log on to work just before eight. Deal with mails, taking breaks regularly for coffee and/or tea. Work through until about half eleven, take a break for lunch. This time half a left over fish cake roll, sprinkled with grated cheese and then drilled until golden and crispy. Another winner!
The cats watch me like a hawk, and on occasion bring me something to eat. And as usual it was just as I sat down for a three hour training session/meeting, that Molly brought in a mouse, still, alive, and she not to keen to drop it. In fact as I try to get the poor creature out, I see it still twitching, and Molly squeezing it more and more. I can hear the meeting going on, but I have a half dead mouse to deal with. I take it out into the garden and drop it into a flower bed, hoping it might pull through.
Molly is still looking to where the mouse might be, so I give her some kibbles and she is distracted and forgets about the mouse.
I go back to the meeting and immediately wish I was chasing a mouse again. Dear God.
The afternoon leaks away, and I find that having a mid-afternoon snack of cheese and crackers along with a glass of red wine make the meeting go by much better. Probably not the the best thing to do, especially if I was sitting face to face with the person giving the training.

There is football on the wireless, and Norwich are playing too. Don't know why I bother as City slip to another 1-0 defeat and then Liverpool throw a 3-0 lead away at Seville. Not enough oranges at half time one suspects.
Anyway, another quiet day, and a day nearer the weekend/Christmas/retirement.
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