It happens.
It all depends on how quick we can round up the cats on Saturday before heading off, braving the M25. Heck, it might even be sunny!
So, this week: I worked from home again on Tuesday as I had to take a confidential phone call from my boss, and there really was no where to take the call in the office. So, I get to have another half hour in bed, and work sitting at the dining room table, and I was even left alone by the cats, which was nice and meant I had no excuse for not working.
It has even been a few days since one of the cats brought in a dead animal or bird; although Mulder was playing with a mouse the other day. It was alive, and I believe it got away despite being thrown in the air repeatedly. Cats still happy.
Last night we went out to a village pub over near Whitstable. After getting the chores down at home, we set off soon turning off the main road down narrow winding country lanes, through hop fields and orchards. and then to the pub, The Dove at Dargate; we parked up, had a drink in the beer garden and waited for the evening to begin.
We had booked a table for their French Bistro Soiree evening. we hoped it would be as good as it sounded.
It was. At a quarter to eight, after appetisers had been served, we sat down to a starter of a cream cheese puff pastry thing, and lots of fresh bread, followed by coq-au-vin and then a strawberry and cream puff pastry dessert. The whole evening took two and a half hours, there was an accompanying wine with each course too, and we talked with people on neighbouring tables.
The staff had dressed up, a bit like 'Allo 'Allo, but it was all good fun, and lots of laughs.
We left at nearly half ten, the half moon bright in the sky above, and we had a clear road as Jools drove us back home.
And today back at work, getting stuff done, having meetings and generally on the downward slope to four o'clock tomorrow evening. And then off for the week.
Yay.
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