Sunday 12th October 2025

It is the second week of October, and nights are now nearly an hour longer than the days.

Some days are as warm as summer, and its too hot to sit out back, but most days are cloudy and cool.

We both have done stuff in the garden, Jools more, and it looks tidy and is just about ready for winter once the clocks go back in about 12 days.

Its dark now until after half six in the morning, and dark before six in the evening. Sunrise at seven fifteen, and sunset at five past seven.

Though on Sunday I slept for England. Olympic standard sleeping, getting 14 (fourteen) hours in, not waking up much before eight in the morning, having gone to bed before six.

To say I was woolly headed would be an understatement, but it seemed I had broken the cough and runny nose.

I had a shower to celebrate and felt human again.

We have the radio on, have coffee then breakfast, and potter the morning through.

Dinner was to be double smoked Louisiana short ribs, which I slow cooked for eight hours in a pot on low.

We pack more of the kitchen away, and throw what we don't use, that included more impulse buys when I was setting up my house. Which included a bot for separating the fat from juices of a chicken. Used once. For gravy.

There is no football on, a break in the international break. So I read some of Stuart's book on the Beatles.

It is cold out. Well, cold enough to sit out, much to Scully's annoyance. But she sleeps through most of the afternoon now her sugars are getting near to normal.

We eat at six. I defrost the last of the Boston beans, steam corn and make creamy mashed taters, which all combines into a southern-style meal, and is right tasty.

Even if I say so myself.

But by then the day is done. It's dark outside, and the weekend is gone.

Apparently.

I went to bed some 13 hours after getting up, would I be able to sleep?