Anyway, another weekend over, although that sounds like I am wishing my days away, it just feels that way sometimes. Friday was the last of Jools' days off, although we still had the weekend of course, and so we began it by heading to sunny Tesco and doing the weeks shop, which thanks to the money off vouchers was £13 less than it should have been.
As the weather was cold and cloudy, we stayed around the house and did more chores, me cooking inside and Jools doing the garden. It works well, we each do what we want to do.
Sadly, Saturday turned out no better, but we had a Flickrmeet to go to, and one in walking distance. Living in Kent there are so many great places to visit and discover, but once again the meet was here around Dover. This time on the white cliffs.
We walked the three miles along the cliffs to the national Trust's place high above the docks and town, and waited for the others to arrive from around the country. And then once we had all turned up, walk back along the cliffs to St Margaret's, whilst us locals pointed out points of interest to our visitors.
Our original plan was to walk down the winding path to the beach at the foot of the cliffs, but the walk had been mistimed with the tides, and the sea was well on the way to high tide as we looked down, and by the time we would have slithered down the cliff there would have been no beach to see. So, another time then.
One of our group, Simon, works for National Trust, and had arranged for us to have a tour around the lighthouse on the cliffs, South Foreland. This lighthouse was the first in the world top have electric light, use radio to ship to shore broadcast, and generally be the first in most things lighthouse-y.
The tour was good, and all the information that we picked up from the guide; but for me even better were the photographic possibilities on being inside the lighthouse, all those curves and angles. I went snap happy.
And then back home for lunch and for me to listen to the radio to the football, as Norwich get nearer and nearer to promotion, although it is nervous, and we did concede an equaliser with the last kick of the game, we're pretty much on track with ten games to go.
Sunday was another quiet day, with there being a big game on TV to watch come half one, and so we read some of yesterday's paper and listened to the radio, and then I began cooking as a friend of ours came over for dinner and to chat.
And that really was the weekend, and Jools only had work to look forward to. Whilst i had a day of waiting in Canterbury. Our car was sick, just not firing right, but it was still under warranty, and so I had to take it to the nearest VW dealer and they look after it. But, there is nothing else to do than wander around the city until it was time to go and pick it up. Just as well that Canterbury is a beautiful place, full of history and historic buildings. And so whilst the sun shone I walked round snapping more buildings, and as the clouds rolled over I went into a book shop to buy Nick Kent's book about his life as a rock and roll journalist on the NME in the 1970s. And then find a nice park to sit down in and read, baby read.
At one o'clock the phone rang, car all better; and so I make my way back to the garage, thorough groups of hundreds of students all being taken around the city, following someone with a red hat or an umbrella, and then sign this piece of paper and here's your car and I was away.
I took the back roads, as going through Canterbury would mean dealing with horrendous traffic and their one way system, it feels like there is one, but isn't. And home in time for a late lunch and answer e mails about possible jobs and then time enough to go and pick up Jools from work.
Phew! just like being at work. Or so it seems.
And now, back at home on my lonesome, waiting for a letter or e mail.
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