It gets no lighter in the evenings, I can tell you. With the cloudy and overcast skies, light begins to fade from about four, and dark soon before five. And there are seven more weeks of less light until just before Christmas.
The loss of light was really obvious before an after our trip to Tuscany. Felt like summer, or light until well into the evening before we left, then when we came back, an hour less light, or so it seemed.
And in the mornings, it is at least just about getting light as I get up between half six and seven, though dawn came slowly due to the clouds, a half-light giving way to a flat light. But it was light.
I am enjoying work again, so begin work, with the task to find places to stay on my trip next week. Instead of using a something like Hotel.com, I use the company travel portal, and find chain places with parking, though out of city centres.
But it'll do, as I a travelling for work.
Then there is the travel expenses from my last trip to upload. Take pictures of receipts, upload and then work out VAT rates.
And so on.
The day moves on, not much happens. So that by midday I was ready for yet another audit.
I was the ringleader for the audit, some 15 people attending, and as it turned out, talking over each other for four hours on headphones, which was a bit of a pain.
But we end dead on time at four. Time for a brew and chill, before making dinner for Jools and I.
I had made a ragu through the day, the pot simmering all day, and the goodness simmering down to a meaty, spicy goo. I cook pasta once Jools got home, I grate some cheese and mix it all before serving.
For the evening there was the delights of Fleetwood v Salford, which was better than it had any right to be, with Salford getting a leveller 9 minutes into injury time.
All 20 of Salford's fans that had travelled, went wild.
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