Wednesday 19th March 2025

Days to do are getting few.

And to be honest, I have given up on my chuff chart as the final day is now just the end of the week.

There is, of course, still the small matter of the six audit reports to write, and if there's time, do my travel expenses, so my time is limited.

Spring has arrived, with dawn went the last of the frosty nights, and the day warmed up, but fell back to about six or seven over night.

But during the day was warm enough to have the door ajar and if I had time, to have lunch on the patio, watching birds.

I did not have time, however.

I slept through the alarm, of course, woken by a shout from Jools and the sound of the kettle boiling.

I go down to drink and get the fog out of my head so I can work.

As it happened, I lost my mojo and track of what I was doing, spending most of the day doing the wrong things, something I realised about half three. So, eight hours wasted effort and time. It can be reused, so there's that at least.

I think I saw a Hobby fly over, though was probably a Peregrine falcon, it was being mobbed by half a dozen gulls, who then turned their attention to a buzzard.

I saw this having a mid-morning coffee, but soon work was calling me back, back to my never ending report.

I shared the report with my co-auditor at the end of the day, and logged off, feeling like an over-rung flannel, nothing left to give.

I made fritters for dinner, the courgettes now over two weeks old and barely useable, but I get enough flesh to make enough for dinner.

We have wine.

Just two days to go for me, seven for Jools, and this will be a thing of the past.

No football on in the evening, so we go to bed once Jools was back trying to install Alexa for Jen.