Tuesday 2nd November 2010

And so after supping some beer, we headed back home for lunch. We had two fine looking pork pies which I had bought the day before from the butcher. I had also put a couple of bottles of the winter ale in the fridge too, and so that was a very fine lunch indeed I have to say.

Needless to say after that, I heard to sofa calling, and so with the radio on, I lay down to listen to Norwich on the radio, this time playing Cardiff . And was soon joined by two sleepy kittens who were more than happy to have a sleepy lap to kip down on. Sadly, Norwich lost, whilst playing quite well, and so it is not all doom and gloom.

That night, I cooked steak again, which once again was really wonderful. I had a couple of glasses of a fine Tuscan red, and Jools went to a chippy so I did not have to fire up the frying pan.

Due to the insomniac kittens, I slept that night with ear plugs in, and so got over none fine hours of sleep. And even better, the clocks went back so we still had the whole day in front of us. We got going quite slowly, I sat in front of the TV watching the highlights of the previous day’s football. But coming up to ten, we headed out in the car.

We had been invited to our friend’s, Matt and Dadi’s place in Ashford for lunch. We were early, as I wanted to call into Folkestone to snap a pub there for another friend. There is really nothing quite like the seaside out of season when the skies are leaden and a heavy drizzle is falling. I found the pub, and duly recorded it, before we climbed down the steps of the cliff to the harbour.



A few brave souls were out, sampling fresh seafood and taking the air. This did mean dodging the dog crap left by inconsiderate owners; although my description was stronger, of course. Let it go, Ian. The low tide leaves the harbour just a muddy bowl, but seeing beached fishing boats makes for kinda good shots, and so I recorded that scene as well.



And then off to Ashford. Asford is rather like Swindon ; in that most of it is less than 20 years old and it all looks the same. But, in fairness, they had built the houses around where our friends live, in-between copses and small woods, and so there are mature trees with deep golden leaves just fluttering in the gentle breeze.

We had a fine meal with our friends, and good conversation too. It is so good to see their lives settling down in their new home. They have been in their flat for over 10 months now, and it looks like a home now.



And then back home in the gloom of a late autumn afternoon now the clocks have gone back, back home to see the NFL game from Wembley. Which means it is a year since we were there watching last year’s game. In truth the game was not good; two poor teams, the 49ers and Broncos battling for who were the worst. It took until the 4th quarter for things to spark into life; and a hail Mary kind of play for the 49ers turned things around. They almost never come off, but did this time.

And after another fine nights kitten-free sleep it was back to work.