Thursday 16th April 1026

30 years since my Dad died.

Doesn't seem possible.

It's Thursday again.

Apparently.

And so the alarm had been set, and went off at ten past five.

Cats were fed, kettle boiled, and coffee made. We had just enough time to drink that before we were out of the house.

Early mornings don't seem so early when its getting light again, but it is early.

So early the doors to the sports centre were not open when we went past, but the queue had gone by the time we parked and walked round.

I did another forty minutes at level fifteen, and getting nearer the 400 calories burnt in that time. 376 this time, and although it is getting warmer, and the session was tough, I got through it fine.

Back home for a relaxing cuppa. Then breakfast, and a shower after that.

Feeling human again.

An old friend of Jools's was coming round, Jude, for a chat, so I would retire upstairs so not to interrupt.

I read more of the last edition of Word magazine, now some 14 years old. The writing is supurb.

Of course.

Once Jools leaves I made a quick dinner of insalata. I had prepared garlic butter earlier, so the bread was sliced and put in the oven, cooked until golden brown and stinky. I also added some cheese to the butter for an added bang of flavour.

Then there was the chore of trying to stay awake for the rest of the afternoon. I made the mistake of going upstairs where it was warmer, and soon nodded off.

The expected rain didn't arrive in the afternoon. And instead it brightened up for a fine end to the day.

League 2 football in the evening; Bromley v Cambridge, with both teams going for promotion, it was an entertaining game, though goalless.