Wednesday.
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.
I receive my order of Good King Henry Special Reserve Stout. At 11% it'll be memorable.
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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