Thursday 24th September 2015

Wednesday

Three months time it will nearly be Christmas, so if you want your dinner to perfect, put your sprouts on to cook now before it's too late. Its what your Grandma would want!

And Wednesday was the Vernal Equinox. Isn't it two days late? Or is it the calendar getting out of sync with the stars or something? Who knows?

But, back to Wednesday.

After the 19 hour day of the day before, and that Jools drove through rain and past the four horsemen of the apocalypse to pick me up from the airport, we both decided that we bot deserved a lay in. And why not? Even the cats let us lay in to seven, at which point the alarm went off. Oh dear again.

Jools got ready, we made coffee, then she got ready for work, and I made to tidy up, have breakfast before the usual stuff I do during the day. At half eight I began to work, and yet I began with a clear vision of the tasks ahead, the first one caused such a diversion, it ended up being the only task completed. In terms of a working day, it was an improvement on most.

Outside it was a wonderful autumnal day, even if I was stuck in the house, the sun shone all day, and was warm enough to have the back door open, and so keep the sneezing at bay.

Whilst I was traveling, the second demijohn of wine started bubbling, and both now look like fizzy Ribena, but slightly more alcamoholic. As I sit at the dining room table, I can hear the gas bubbling out through the airlock, everyone turning a little more of the sugar into booze. Yay, booze.

As ever, dinner was a problem, and with a delivery from Tesco inbound during the day, and unsure what was ordered, I plumped on the old standby: breaded aubergine and pasta salad, which on a warm evening would be light and just perfect.

Jools did not go and visit Nan as planned, so instead came straight back home, and as her boss is now back, her workload which has been massive these last two weeks should have been halved. But still we are both pooped from the previous day. Any thoughts of doing anything else other than eating, and relaxing for the evening was out. And anyway, it was League Cup night, and City were up against WBA for a place in the next round. I lay on the sofa, with the radio burbling away, but did not snooze. Just anyway. City run out 3-0 winners with late goals, and we are all happy enough with that.

Outside the month moves on, it is now dark just after seven, and the moon is waxing towards full, I snapped it standing on the pack porch, as it emerged from behind a cloud.