Sunday 4th November 2018

I think, that after what seems of weeks of being focussed on nothing other than photography or work, meaning travel to the US, Denmark and Sussex yesterday, and then weekdays spent in front of the computer for work, we decided that Sunday should be a day of rest, with no photography planned activities, and even a walk on the downs was ruled out. Though this was down to my recovering back to be honest rather than anything about photography. However, I have to admit that I can be singleminded when it comes to my primary hobby.

Anyway, there's always next weekend.

We sleep in, until the cats desperate mews wake us, we feed them, make coffee, and I take to the sofa to watch the footy.

Situation normal.

Halfway through that, I pause the recording to make bacon butties.

Normality has been reached.

That all done, and it nearing ten, we nip into Deal to go to Sainsbury's on a beer and cider hunt, just to see if there was anything new there. I will make the point in that Jools likes their own brand vintage cider, so not just me being singleminded regarding beer!

We could have gone for a walk down the prom, but instead we come home so Jools can work in the garden, and I potter around in the house.

The garden is just about ready for winter now, whenever the first serious frost arrives. We have had some chilly mornings here, but nothing to harm the plants as yet. We still have raspberries ripening, and the triffid-like passionflower is still producing fruit that is also ripening.

We stop at one for lunch of insalata, by which time the afternoon's football is about to begin; but what is this, Ian not listening to the first game? Yes, it is true, being on Talkradio, I could not summon up the enthusiasm for it. So follow it on Twitter instead.

When you get up at half seven, and it is already light, it means that the day seems very short. By four the light is fading, Jools is back inside, we have a brew whilst watching some art on TV.

And that was it really. The day had faded and there is the working week to prepare for: ironing, making Jools' lunches for work, and before you know it, it is nine in the evening and you brain is all tired again.

So, to the working week!