Monday 17th March 2025

St Patrick's Day. (Ireland, Boston, and Chicago).

And now, the end is near.

So, to the last five days.

I know I'm making this all sound portentous, but to me it is.

With no more audits or follow up meetings to do, there is just the small task of writing the audit report from last week's audit.

Six audits.

One report.

But spit into seven, with findings, conclusion and the such for each.

It'll keep me busy until the end of Thursday at least, ensuring the company get their money's worth out of me this week.

The weather was still cold, with rain overnight and into the morning. I was going nowhere, but anyway, I had that report.

Thing is, even in my last week, there are meetings to attend, so interrupt the auditing juices, and meetings which say the same thing over and over again.

So it goes, so it goes.

For lunch there was some leftover chicken, leftover mash and a dry crust. So I make a small fry up with no eggs, sausage or bacon, but is good enough.

The sun did come out in the afternoon, long enough for me to snap the first of the Hyacinths just opening, though the frog action seems to have stopped, the mountains of span just sit above the waterline, the dots inside developing into tiny tadpoles.

There was no avoiding it. Monday we returned to the gym. On with my shots and trainers, fitted the new headphones to my new phone as the fitting has changed.

Thanks Apple.

And I drove us to the sports centre where most of Dover were there.

I did half an hour, at a higher resistance than before. So happy with that.

Back outside and darkness had fallen, so I drove us home, then once inside, made bacon butties for supper along with fresh brews.

No football, but being St Paddy's Day, I had a glass of Whiskey before bed, so slept well.