Neither last weekend, or next weekend. Just between.
Days begin to merge once again, however, I do have a trip or three to plan.
My main task is to book a hire car for France for the beginning of November, and then a week in Denmark two week later.
As long as I can get a direct flight.
As ever, I hear Jools get up then fall back to sleep, wake up several times, and fall back asleep, snoozing.
I do get up at ten past six, outside it was getting light.
Just.
Cats are fed and happy and sleeping. I start work.
I wish I could say how much constructive work I did, but that would involve create writing and some fiction.
I like to think I got my message through to those with close ears.
At the end of the day I have a meeting regarding my findings from last week's trip to Ireland. Always easier to report good news rather than bad.
Through the day I make "no-knead" focaccia, so that come four its ready to be baked. Soo the house smells of fresh seasoned bread.
Before we eat, we have to go to Jen's to borrow her car, so I can do a road trip on Thursday in our car, and Jools can use Jen's car to go to work.

Or not, when drinking time comes.
More football on the wireless through the evening, once we had eaten our Caprese and fresh bread.
Lovely.
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