Saturday 9th October 2024

I left Twitter.

I won't call it X, as that would legitimise Space Karen's takeover.

I stopped using it when I went to France last week, didn't look at it when I got back, so cancelled my account. I have 14 days to change my mind.

Twitter is now the main source for misinformation and Russian propaganda, and you either accept that, or leave.

I left.

The right love to "own the libs", if we leave, they will only have each other to own,a nd will eat each other.

If you havene't left already, I suggest you do now.

The weekend after travel is one I am not keen to do much. Jools, having been stuck in the office five days, of course wants to go out and do stuff.

But with one thing and another, we did little.

Up just before half six, time for coffee and waking up, before going to Tesco in Whitfield for the usual, although we have a house-full of stuff now, so just what we need for the week.

The to Preston to the butchers, to get steak for dinner and to put in our Christmas order.

The Met Office stated yesterday that one place in the country had seen 18 minutes of sun in 11 days. Certainly, in east Kent yesterday it was dull and grey.

I got two thick rib-eyes cut , and a few other things before we headed back, across the fields, all now harvested, apart for the cabbages and sprouts, back to Sandwich and along the by-pass to Dover.

After breakfast, we went to see Jen. She is fine, though in quite some pain, and turned out what she really needed was a raised toilet seat. As her thigh muscles with the new hip made getting up so painful. We left to come back and search the net, Jools finding a place in Deal had one, so after bacon butties for lunch, she headed over and dropped it off at Jen's.

Quite the best present ever, we are told later by Jen, as it's one of only two items of furniture its not painful to sit on.

Back home, BBC Football Focus had a big feature on Norwich, as we have now gone 12 months without losing at home, which meant that in today's game, we lot poorly to Bristol City so the record is busted.

Sigh.

Then to the man batch of games, in listening to the radio, I sat with Scully on the sofa, so she purred non-stop for two hours.

Having seasoned the steak well in the morning, I griddled it and then let rest, so served with buttered new potatoes, the last of the fresh corn and some mushrooms, along with some pink fizz.

Made for a very different meal than steak with chips. But still good, and filling.

Funk and soul in the evening, and early to bed at nine.