Wednesday 5th February 2025

Spring is coming.

Not only with this, but three Winter aconites have now flowered in the lawnmeadow. Drops of golden sunshine scattered among the worm cats and clumps of sleeping grass.

Jools woke, hoping her should might be getting better and allowing her to return to work on light duties on Thursday. Sadly, it was little better.

So she kept up the regime of ice and rest, and though the day there was some improvement, but always the sharp jab of pain if she moved her arm too far in a particular direction.

At work it was the end of year results, and we are to get a bonus, which will be paid with my last full month's pay.

Which is nice.

No news on how much it will be, but it will be quite substantial.

At least in our eyes, and an unexpected windfall before we retire.

I get some rolls out of the freezer so we can have bacon butties for lunch, though there is little else, I hope to prevent me from going to Tesco every day. Every other day is OK.

Not much else to report at work, so I finish at three, try to stay awake before preparing dinner.

Crunchy cubed potatoes with Parmesan cheese, garlic granules and chopped rosemary, to go with the rest of the leftover Côte de boeuf, pan fried in garlic butter, and served with more creamed spinach and a portion of Boston beans.

Readers, it was glorious. As was the remainder of the XV I drained from the half filled bottle.

Newcastle played Arse in the League Cup semi-final. Already 2-0 up from the away leg in London, they dominated the second leg and won 2-0 again, to win the tie 4-0 overall. Was this the same Arse that beat Citeh 5-1 three days earlier?