Although, I'm not panicking yet. I have clothes, camera, shoes and the rest, its just a case of throwing it all in a suitcase sometime Friday evening or Saturday morning, possibly the same time Jools takes the cats to their prison.
Being a Tuesday, it is phys day. So up before the larks, and after coffee off to Whitfield to do a session. It seems the new year surge has died out, so the car park and gym itself were not so busy.
I find a place to park, walk to the entrance, not as cold as other mornings this year, and upstairs to the bike.
I load a podcast and am off and pedalling.
And forty minutes later, I was done.
A quick dash to Tesco for some cash and some milk, then back home so Jools could jump in to go to her class.
She had a brew ready, which I happily accept. We chat, but then she has to go.
I make 90 minutes fritter away, by doing some freelance procrastinating, then Jools is back, and she had a couple of hours before she is to take Aunt Jan to Barham for a funeral.
It was some distant family friend, and my presence wasn't needed.So, I had a shave, shower, so am all nice and stinky when she came home.
The bright sunny start soon gave way to mist and cloud, meaning it felt colder than it actually was.
Instead I prepare potatoes and veg for chorizo hash, all ready to go when Jan dropped Jools off.
That was two in the afternoon, so I fire up most of the rings on the stove and get cooking. Forty minutes later we sit down to lunch/dinner, with plenty of golden crispy potatoes to go along with the peppers, onions and chorizo.
Lovely.An hour of Bangers and Cash, and it was four in the afternoon. The sky cleared and there was a spectacular sunset somewhere behind Di's.
Football in the evening: Watford v Ipswich on the tellybox, and Newcastle on the radio. Who said men can't multi-task?
With the results obvious by twenty past nine, I head off up to bed, tired out by the tasks of the day.
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