Friday 18th July 2025

Its Friday again.

Apparently.

Days and weeks fly by, and so it is nearly 3 months, a quarter of a year, since I left Vestas.

This is the new norm, Mondays no longer feel like Mondays or something to feel blue about, and Fridays are not really the gateway to the weekend either.

But Fridays still have the same tasks: yoga, bins, Jools's knitting/gossip social. So, I wake up as Jools drives the car out, get up and make coffee before putting the bins out.

It was to be a fine, warm and sunny summer's day, but storm clouds, literally, are building to the south, with some places in southern England expected to get up to three inches of rain through Saturday.

I sat with Scully on the patio as I drank my coffee, the sun already felt warm and it still wasn't eight.

There's time between Jools coming back from town and then leaving for her class to have breakfast and a brew. Once she leaves, I wash up and return to the patio.

Jools came back saying how ill she felt, and so filled out an e consult, and had an appointment with the doctor within the hour. She had antibiotics, and more appointments for next week.

She snoozed through the afternoon, and I watched the latest stage of Le Tour.

When the prescription was ready, I went to Tesco to collect it, and do a half shop to get us through the weekend.

I had made a big pan of pasta salad in the morning too, so we had that with some breaded chicken so Jools could get an early night, though was already feeling better.

For the evening there was the third quarter final between hosts Switzerland and favourites, Spain. Spain ran out easy 2-0 winners and missed two penalties.

I finally opened the bottle of special beer my colleagues had bought as a retirement present. It was 15% ABV, black as treacle and had no carbonation when poured.

I ate a pack of paprika crisps as I drink it, which was the only way the beer was drinkable.