Again.
And as we are eight, now nine, days into the fuel shortage, we can't really go far. So, as the pictures we had printed and then put in for framing, were no done, soo we could collected.
Not surprising, twenty plus pictures and photos framed and glazed works out quite expensive. But this was our choice to fill the house with shared memories rather than the prints of shots I had done from old slides back in 2002 when I moved into my own place in Oulton Broad.
We manage to sleep in until after seven. Its easier to do that when its coudy and the sun rises at seven. Even the cats seemed happy with this, so we slumbered on.
We have coffee, and decide to go to the butcher and then into Sandwich for breakfast before the framing shop opened at ten.
Let's do it!
Shell at the Duke of Yorks was closed with no fuel, but we are OK for a week or so, but it is getting a worry and we have to fight the British instinct to join a queue. Even more so as when we arrive into Sandwich there was fuel, but a line of traffic some ten cars long for two pumps with only one kind of fuel on sale, we didn't stop to see whether it wa diesel or petrol, and when we left the line was twice as long and over the level crossing.


The three spaces in the small square near the shop were occupied, so I parked in a spot along Strand Street, giving us an hour to get our stuff done.
We walked along to the first place to eat, and find every table was free, so we took a table for two in the corner and order standard breakfasts which came with toast, juice and unlimited coffee or tea. And when it came it was rather wonderful and certainly hit the spot, and there was no washing up, for us, to do.

It feels quite, quite mad.
Back home, the rain had started and soon the wind picked up to gale force, and threw the heavy rain against the back of the house. We would be going nowhere for the rest of the day. And there was football to follow and watch.

We have lunch and a brew. Which is important, clearly.
And then, come half two, the important stuff of football. Norwich were away at Burnely, and way back in 2004 I saw City's only ever win there, when we ran out 5-3 winners on our way to be promoted out of the First Division, and before and after I got very, very drunk.
Anway, six straight defeats, two goals scored, and Burnely a team of giants I had zero confidence in us getting a result there. And although a 0-0 draw wasn't the best result in the world, its our first actual point and a clean sheet, our first ever at Turf Moor, I am more than happy with that.
Still bottom of the league, though.
I watched the Brighton v Arsenal game at half five, played in a howling game and torrential rain. It also ended 0-0, but Arsenal looked clueless as to what they should have been doing, coming 5 days after easily beating Spurs, that must be seen as a backward step.
And that was it for the day, and despite doing very little, come half eoight I was tired, so I went to bed to read and have Poppy happily making a nest between my knees.
Outside the wind still howled and the rain continued to fall.
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