Friday 21st November 2025

My last few hours of being home alone, and again I have to get up to test, jab and feed Scully then feed the rest of the cats.

I woke at ten to five, and found no enthusiasm to get out of bed.

I go to the bathroom, then go back to bed, much to Mulder's displeasure as he comes to sit on my chest and meow. Loudly.

At quarter to six, I get up, and walk downstairs, only for the house to be rocked by a huge clap of thunder.

Or as it turned out, claps of thunder.

And for the next half hour, the storm crashed, banged and flashed. Huge sheets of sleep and hail fell, turning the garden white for a few minutes until it melted.

I had to put the rest of the bins out, so put on my jumper and went out, the slope of the drive was like the runway of a ski jump.

But I completed the task without falling over. I fill the birdseeds up and retire inside where I turn the thermostat up another few notches.

Rain continued most of the morning, the cats decided that they would stay in and sleep, and I would find tasks to do, or as it turned out, lollygagged the morning away through breakfast and an early lunch of jam and crisp sandwiches.

I try to clean up the evidence of the raves and parties I had while Jools was away, then wait for the call from her to let me know she had left St Pancras.

The call came just after one, she would arrive at Martin Mill at 14:22, so I had one last brew and sat with Scully as I found something dreadful to watch on one of the minor TV channels.

Martin Mill is just down the hill, across the Deal road, then more down until you enter the Martin Mill hamlet/village. The station is straight on, so I drive into the car park to wait.

Jools was the only person who got off, and comes into view laden with beads and yarn fresh from the craft show. She climbed in and we drive back home.

We have a brew and some fancy Swiss chocolates. I had already peeled and diced the potatoes for chorizo hash, so after peeling the vegetables and chorizo, it would take about half an hour to cook and combine.

We ate at five, I used the new pan bought last weekend, and it did a fine job, though would be a bugger to clean as I didn't oil the sides.

Silly boy.

We eat, we drink.

It was the weekend.

I was very tired, as was Jools, so she headed to bed at half eight. I tried to watch the Preston v Blackburn game, but chilled to the bone, I gave up at half time and also went to bed.