Thursday 28th March 2019

Back home.

But due to work pressures, I was awake at four thinking about spreadsheets I had to create.

As you do.

The birds now start singing at ten to five, and soon dawn was creeping round the curtains.

But I was home.

And would have five full days home. Which was a rather pleasant thought.

We get up and prepare for the day, while outside, the sun clears the clouds and it looks like it is going to be a fine day. And then I have three day's mails to catch up, and all senders think their issues were the most important.

Of course.

And as I have a full day at work, my calendar decides I should spend the first four hours of it in meetings.

Meetings.

Some are important, though some know they're not, and apologise.

I have lunch at twelve, another serving of cheese toasties, the cheese toastie diet as Jools calls it. Who am I to argue.

At four, I go for a walk, just over the fields to Fleet House, just to see what is growing and looking good.

My back was grumbling, but anyway it was good to have the warm sun on my back.

In the end I did not go down to see the pigs, I stopped at the end of the lane, looked for butterflies and turned for home.

The shadows lengthened. I shut the shed door to protect the tender seedlings growing there, and feed the cats. At leat they're happy.

We have shoarma chicken for dinner, once Jools comes home. I have the last of the wine, and again I toast Jools and our life together.

No football to listen, just Marc Riley on the wireless.

I end the day, falling asleep laying in bed, reading. Scully has curled up to sleep at my side.

All is well.