Monday 6th January 2025

Hey! It's Monday again!

Hurrah.

That being said, the number or working Mondays is now running out, something like 12 or 13 of them to go.

Not that I am counting, of course.

And we slept through the alarm. Jools until quarter to six and me until six.

I did not want to get up.

But bills to pay and all that.

Jools has her coffee, has a shower and gets dressed and is on her way to work, while I ponder about getting the laptop out.

I better had.

And so, on with the show.

Every morning, except when it rains real hard, I go out to check the garden for early spring flowers, Winter Aconites especially. I planted a hundred bulbs a few years back.

You can tell them as they show with a short stalk and a ring of leaves before the single yellow flower opens.

None so far this winter.

And for work, the main order of the day is to clear my travel expenses from the France trip, as the car hire place had failed to provide me with the correct invoice.

I called them and it was sent, so no excuses now, just need to get the ooomph to get it started. Once I do, its never that bad.

I had all the receipts, scanned them, uploaded them and filled in the paperwork.

Then submit it to the computer for scutiny.

By which time it was time for a brew, listen to a pod and wrap up on another day in the go-ahead world of wind energy.

For dinner, I made fondant potatoes to go with the Kyivs and sprouts cooked with guanciale.

Readers, it was fabulous.

And so to the football as Nottingham Forest on the 50th anniversary of the appointment of Brian Clough as their manager, played with Wolves as though the team in black and gold were a dead mouse.

Ended 3-0. Could have been more. A lot more.