So here we are.
Jen caught flu or some bug on the last few days of the cruise, and has been ill in bed since last Thursday, so that's why there was no cards on Monday.
And no gym as it were a Monday, and to be honest, my legs still ached from the walking on Saturday, but that was easing, but not enough to join Jools on a walk to the post office to post our Christmas cards.
As during the morning, we sat down and wrote the Christmas cards.
I stared at the list of my elderly relatives and wondered if I should, or had they passed away in the last year.
I don't know, I hear nothing from them, so maybe they're still here.
I last spoke to them about four years ago when I found an old address book with their details in, as Mum's address book had been thrown out by the house clearance people.
One had passed, another had dementia, and so talk was short and visits discouraged.
And that was that.
We dopped a couple of cards off in Whitfield and River, then we went to the Lydden Bell to pay the deposit for a Christmas lunch we booked for the 22nd with Sean and Ange.
And that's where I saw this sign, so snapped it.
There are a couple of old Army training areas nearby, no longer used I think, so anyway. After paying the deposit, we drove home on a dull but dry afternoon.
That would change later as storm Bram would blow in overnight and into Tuesday, sweeping strong wind and rain over mostly the north and west. Just wet and breezy for the south east.Back home for lunch of buttermilk chicken, homemade mac and cheese (with wholegrain mustard) and the least of the fresh corn.
Was lovely.
But made me sleepy for the rest of the afternoon.
I listened to a podcast on the sofa with Scully who is now back demanding food most of the time.
We needed no supper, but I did have a pint with the last of the sweet and salty pretzels as I watched the Wolves Man Utd game, which was a poor game between a poor team and a dreadful one. Utd won 4-1, but I wouldn't read too much into that.
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