Sunday 2nd February 2020

02/02/2020

You are welcome.

We wake up to find the weather forecast accurate, as the rain was hammering down and falling against the back of the house. It was still dark, we couldn't see the actual rain, but could hear it.

There was a whole load of football to watch, so I sit on the sofa to catch up whilst Jools does some beading and the cats settle down for a hard day snoozing. They're cats, it's their job.

Halfway though, as normal, I pause the recording and make bacon butties, and am still done, all eaten and dunk and football watched by half eight.

The only plan for the day was to have a haircut, which meant another drive to Folkestone.

Nothing much of any substance to report; the rain had stopped, but the clifftops were shrouded in fog, making driving interesting, espeically with those other drivers who think laws about having headlights on doesn't apply to them.

We reach Folkestone safe, park the car then walk up Rendezvous Street where even at half nine the barbers is open, and I go straight into a chair where the guy tries to tame my flowing locks. He doesn't say much, but no knows how I like it done, also does my eyebrows, ears and nose hairs, with the minimum of fuss, and as though it is all part of the hairdressing service.

Jools had gone to pick up a few things elsewhere in town, so I go to the usual cafe and have a coffee, but the cheesecake looked so good I order a slice of that. And when Jools joins me she agreed it looked nice, so ordered a slice for herself too.

Well, that was nice.

And with haircut and mid-morning snack done, we returned to the car and drove the same way back, arriving back in Dover as clouds began to part, for a while, showing some sunlight on the harbour.

Back home I begin to prepare lunch: steak and all the trimmings. While Jools does some work in the garden, getting it ready for the new season. I peel and boil some sliced potatoes, then fire up the fryer, get the griddle pan hot and soon am surrounded in fine smells and smoke as dinner is done.

A ribeye each, fried potatoes, garlic mushrooms, and some frozen corn and a glass or three of pink fizz.

Another top meal, and with football on TV all afternoon, the only question was, would I manage to stay awake.

The first game didn't help, a 0-0 draw, but then Spurs v Citeh was boiling into a cracker, when we had to leave for cards. Just after I turned the TV off, Spurs score, against the run of play and run out 2-0 winners in the end.

By that time, we were at Jen's with John and Jools and I fighting to get some of our cash back, and doing so. Our ever dwindling pot swelled by some much-needed winning. And we were all done by nine, home by half past and in bed by ten, as it was a school night. And so back on the grind in the morning.