Monday 7th September 2020

Welcome to the working week. Again.

Where did that weekend go? And yet we had a great weekend, lots of walking and taking shots of wildflowers, then cards and cooking and all the other stuff.

In cleaning the carpet due to the cat tiddle last week, I not only re-hurt my right arm and shoulder, I did my back too. I can just about get out of bed, but it takes half an hour for my back to loosen up.

So it goes, so it goes. Getting old.

Jools goes for a walk once she had fed the kitties, made coffee, and I sit here waiting for daylight to come. I put some music on, and time slips through my hands

At least there is no morning meeting, which means I don't have to be working until eight.

So, I fill the time by starting our first Christmas Cake, or more accurately, Dundee Cake.

I spend twenty minutes mixing sugar and butter until it goes white and smooth. I pour in four eggs, plain and SR flour and mixed spice. I add Madera, then add 20 oz of dried fruit, some glace cherries, and that is it. I pour the mix into a lined tin, and put it in the oven, on low, for four and a half hours.

And time for work.

There might not have been a morning meeting, but there is yet another auditor's meeting.

The morning passes.

The cake is done at midday and smells amazing, just annoying that it is three and a half months before we can eat it.

I make do with cheesy beans on toast for lunch.

There is no Le Tour, as apparently they need a rest day.

So there is no sofa, just work.

Dinner is to be pork pie and salad. I make fresh baguettes to have with the humus. There is always wine too.

Jools was pooped, so went to bed just after eight, and I listened to music, testing the speakers with The Blue Nile and The Blessed Kate (Bush).