Wednesday 1st October 2025

A year ago, my overbearing and micro-managing manager had been fire. Before I could resign.

So, I had been living two days of bliss, before I knew I had to get my tasks under control.

Which I did.

We had already decided to retire in 2025, so I thought I had 11 months to go, in fact I had six.

Since work, there is no stress, really. Scully has been a worry, but we got there, in our time, which wasn't quick enough, but she is now settled and currently sleeping.

Yesterday, I found out that another former comrade of mine, Tiny, had passed away.

When we were going through our promotion course in 1999 - 2000, we used to pass Friday nights playing Football Manager, drinking coffee and eating ASDA custard doughnuts.

We lost touch, but to hear that is a shock.

I decided to skip gym on Wednesday, as the standing for the ceremony and the walking had made my legs ache. I could have gone, but decided that Thursday, Friday and Sunday would be fine.

Even still, I was up at half six for coffee and test Scully before injecting and feeding.

Jools went to her keep fit class, and I stayed home, writing up my adventures in the Midlands and editing shots.

The morning flashed by.

At half ten, I went into town to pick up Jools. We met in Chaplins for breakfast.

Another glorious morning that gave way to clouds and a cool breeze in the afternoon, making sitting outside with Scully too chilly.

So I sat on the sofa to watch some train porn, Scully joining me there instead.

I cook dinner, then after washing up and clearing away, sat through 90 minutes of Norwich trying to play football, and ended up losing 1-0 to West Brom.

Sigh.