It was darn cold in the house, as outside there was a hoar frost, and so the central heating needed to do some hard work, until then I put on my socks and jumper to keep warm.

There's not much to tell, really. About work, that is. No mails waiting, so just meetings and writing the recommendations on an audit report, before I could send it off.

So it goes, so it goes.
The day progresses, and I get on with work, play music and listen to podcasts, all in all, I kept busy, or at least look as though I was.

Early in the afternoon, I decide to go for a walk, putting on my shoes and grabbing a camera or two to head out onto the rolling downs above Chez Jelltex.
Nothing much seen, just walk up Station Road to the first track, cust past the war memorial.
I mean, I wanted to do more, but my back had started a low grumble, so we agreed I would cut down back through the estate to home, just to be safe.

I check mails, and find I wasn't missed, so fire off the report and set up a meeting to discuss the findings. Much to my surprise I am told I did a great job and raised some really good issues.

At four, I was done, so pack up and as we were having pizza for dinner, nothing really to prepare.
We were both still pooped from the weekend, so after eating the pizza, I make coffee while the radio plays in the background.
News of the pandemic is grim, so I resolve to speak to my boss to get next week's trip postponed, as I would be travelling through Amsterdam, a hub, and a high risk of infection.
We shall see.
And so, to bed at nine, with football still to watch.
Well.
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