Friday 5th December 2025

Friday again.

A rest day.

Bin day.

And not much of anything else day.

It was a glorious late autumn day, if it is still autumn, but cool with it.

We went out at nine, down to Priory Station to renew our old folks railcards, and for me to buy a ticket for Saturday's adventure.

Something was going on at the port, with traffic, lines of truck along Townwall Street and back up Shakespeare Cliff on the A20. These queues coming after waiting up to two days at Ashford for customs clearance.

It can't be much fun.

We come home for breakfast, and I spend the morning chopping vegetables for Jamalaya, which I was to cook in the afternoon, if the chicken defrosted.

Jools went to the craft morning in the library, and I stayed home, chopping and drinking tea.

In the garden, a clump of daffodils are showing very well, with leaves a foot long, though no buds as yet. Spring is coming.

By three some of the chicken had defrosted, so I took what had and chopped some more, then began to combine it all in a large pot, adding cooked rice as the pot bubbled.

During the afternoon we tried the first of the Christmas cakes, and was so filling we didn't have the jambalaya for supper after all, the pot going in the fridge when cooled, and we snacked on the leftover stuffed focaccia from the previous evening.

The football started late, due to the World Cup Draw, I guess, so I skipped that and went to bed early, though not tired.

And another day of retirement was over.