Tuesday 7th January 2025

So, its Tuesday. Again.

And there is a ball of gas in sky, and its nearly warm. Or would be had there not been the same clear skies at night, dropping the temperatures to below zero.

Currently, there is no management at work, but I resist the temptation to play hooky and instead am online and ready for work at ten past seven.

Plans are under way on how the department will manage once I leave, though that seems to be any way other than employing any one new or paying the team any more.

Oddly enough, still no one wants to know why I am leaving or what can they do to change my mind. Maybe its different when you retire in that there is no exit interview.

In fact its very quiet in general at work, not sure if people just are sleeping off the stollen and mulled wine.

At lunchtime, I go for a walk.

I know, I know.

I put on my walking shoes, my jumper and coat, walk to the end of the street and up Station Road.

No new spring flowers in bloom, so I walk up the hill to the last of the roads along, then back home, into the teeth of the cold wind. But at least downhill.

I finish work at three, and watch Wallace and Gromit again, and find it as funny the second time round, and see more in-jokes.

Jools was off splashing, so we would have half a pizza when she comes home just after eight, so not much for me to do, just have a coffee ready for when she returns, listen to what happened at work. She gets changed and leaves.

While I do the washing up and get ready for the football: League Cup action between Arsenal and Newcastle, which the Toon cruise to a 2-0 win.

She comes home, we have pizza and a beer. Cheers.