It was misty, so grey and dull, but with no wind, so the weather we had at dawn we would have until evening, unless the sun burnt off some of the cloud.
Just the usual stuff to report: coffee, work, breakfast, work, lunch, tea, work.
This is the routine, day after day, but not for much longer, as I approach just 50 working days left to do.
For Tuesday's dinner, I had some leftover potatoes, so I made some mash, and had that fried after moulding it into small cakes. Fried in olive il rather than butter.
The mash already had butter in it, of course.
The sun did indeed break through, so at the end of the afternoon, I had a letter to post, to put on my shoes and coat, and walked up Station Road, dropping the letter off at the post box, then walking on up the top of the down. Taking in the view and golden light, then walking back down.
I have been suffering with sciatica for about ten weeks now, and Wednesday was one of my best almost pain-free days. I am not a martyr with it, its something that's there, not bad enough to stop me walking about the house, but sometimes bad enough to stop me walking longer distances.I hope that this easing is something permanent rather than just a moment of clarity, as it was rather nice to stride up the down instead of stopping every ten paces to do a Frankie Howerd impression.
And as Jools had booked an Aquafit session, would I be going to the gym, she asked.
Truth is readers, I would rather not. But I know I have to, so I said yes. So that once Jools was back, coffee drunk, we changed and I drove us to Whitfield and while she went to the pool, I went upstairs on the recumbent bike and did 30 minutes whilst listening to Aswad, The B52s and Blancmange.
Time went quick, I finished, cleaned the machine and went to wait in the car, listening to the build up of the North London Derby, driving us back home when Jools came out.
Before finally putting the pizza in the oven and pouring a pint to go with it.Arse won 2-1, Spurs were quite Spursey.
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