Sunday 9th November 2014 (part 2)

Sunday.

It is the day of rest.

So I rest.

We lay until nearly seven, outside a few mournful birds were singing in the heavy rain. I get up, come downstairs to be greeted by three hopeful feline faces wanting breakfast. The rain falls heavier outside.

After the first cup of coffee, I settle down to watch the football from the recorder. Everyone apart from Chelski are awful, and with the exception of Southampton, all seem to have given up and are doing impressions of Norwich. So it goes. Liverpool lose to Chelsea, Citeh draw with QPR. It passes the time anyway.



Once I have booked my seat on the flight tomorrow, we drive into Deal so we could walk along the prom, prom, prom. The rain had stopped, and the sun was threatening to break through. Deal out of season means being able to find a parking space, which is nice. We park by the pier, and have to decide to head towards Walmer or Sandwich. Sandwich is the winner, so we walk north, along the new sea defences, and past the dozens of people trying to teach worms to swim. Or fishing as they like to call it.



There is barely a breath of wind, and the sea is so calm there is hardly a wave breaking on the beach. All very nice indeed. We reach Sandown Castle, or the remains of it, turn round and walk back to the car, this time heading along Middle Street once we were back into town. The place is nearly deserted, and very pleasant to walk through. Near the car, the smell of frying bacon was almost too much to bear, but we do resist and head back home for lunch of toasted jalapeno bread and a large cuppa. Oh, and another generous slice of early Christmas cake. Well, Mum said she didn;t want it, so we didn't want it to go to waste, did we?



In the afternoon, I listen to the football, prepare and order calendars for Christmas presents, edit photos, pack, and at half three do a session on the cross trainer, I am man. And I do things.

The weekend is slipping by, it is getting dark outside when Jools comes back from seeing Nan: the visions have stopped, but she is in a poor way, too fragile to move, hardly eating or drinking. She wants to die. Its hard on Jools, seeing Nan like that. Old age will get us all, unless something else doesn't first.



Dinner is chorizo hash and a pint. Perfect.

I shower, pack. And there is just a couple of hours of the weekend left. Where did it go?

Tomorrow is Denmark, more audits and inspections. And rain. And Christmas beer. Skol!