Wednesday 17th February 2016

Tuesday

A lot of what happened on Tuesday, I cannot talk about. Not until it is confirmed. However, a lot of what happened was good, although I cannot say in what way it was good, but there was an air of goodness about it, and caused me to feel all warm inside. Or was that the celebration whisky I had in the evening? Talking of whisky, I just have the dregs of the £200 bottle left, all very well sipping on that wee dram, but I had better get back to some every day sipping whisky or a new bottle could be expensive.

On top of the good stuff that happened, I also cleared six weeks of travel expenses, scanned the receipts and sent them to my boss to spot through. That'll keep him busy. I bought lots of little envelopes to keep the receipts from each trip in, but realised that all the little envelopes needed to go in a larger envelope to be posted to head office where I am told they will be filed, but I am sure they are filked in either a big skip outside or put through the shredder first before being put into the skip. But I could be wrong. But what else could they be doing with hundreds and hundreds of credit card receipts and hotel bills? I know, building a nest. That must be it.

Doing travel expenses takes two days; one day, or part of a day anyway, assigning receipts to a claim, then getting the report. Sending the report and receipts to Jools to print out. And then the second day scanning the report and receipts then sending them to my boss. For him to compare my scans, report and the digital report taken from my credit card bill. Must be something a lot of people do I suppose. It keeps the wheels of the company going I suppose, and gives us all something to do when there is no actual work to do. Ha.

Anyway, good work completed, expense reports done, scanned and sent, and a meeting held (arranged by me) clearing a log jam, oh, what a clever and busy manager I have been. Better take the afternoon off then!

Well, the weather has been shit recently. That's a technical meteorological term I heard Michael Fish use once. I did, its true. Anyway, yesterday was even better than Monday, clear blue skies, but chilly with a north wind. Why not walk to the cliffs and back, calling in at the post office for a huge envelope to send the receipts and reports up to Warrington. Yes, that would be the reason I was going out, but going the cross-country way, via the dip, the downs, the cliffs and coming in the wrong end of the village. Perfect.

Across the fields, now alive with vibrant spring growth, passed the empty pig's copse, then down the track leading down the dip.

Down that track I had an audience as, apparently, the horses remembered me from the previous day carrot disposing walk. Not today, chaps. Sorry.

On down the dip, dodging the mud at the bottom and then the long slog up the other side, pausing a regular intervals to take photos and/or rests!

Along the national cycle path, where I tempted to say hello to a couple of lonely horses, the brown one was a bully not letting the grey have any fresh grass I offered to feed them. PLenty to go round, so I left them to their field.

Taking the path over the top of the down, the National Trust have taken the shattered gate fragments away and replaced it with a flimsy looking fence, no real challenge for a off road motorbike I guess. I expect to see it destroyed next time I walk that way.

And onto the top of the down, with fresh green fields in all direction, and the light played on them. And in the distance I could see ships out in the Channel. Nearly at the cliffs.

It was low tide down on what we call the beach at the foot of the cliffs, but there is no sand, just more chalk really. Anyway, impressive stuff with the beach and cliffs stretching off towards Kingsdown. I sit on the old bench, resting my sore back; it had been complaining since we left home, but I told it it was mostly downhill to home. Apart from the uphill bits.

I walk back through the village, past the doctor's, past the school to the post office where a large padded envelope cost me 89p. I mean I could claim this all back on another expense report, but I can't be arsed with it all to be honest. Anyway, over the road to the local shop to buy some carrots, then back down Station Road to home to see if all was still well with work before doing some cooking.

Jools was going out for a meal with an old friend, so I was home alone and cooking for myself. I cooked paprika mince with carrots and vegetables (peas and sweetcorn) then boiled some pasta when it was ready. And it was bloody marvelous. So good that Jools said we had to have it the next day seeing as she had none to eat that day!

I spend the evening watching a couple of DVDs of Norwich's promotion season in 2005. Wonderful to relive all the moments as I went to most of the games, although I did not see myself in the stands, I did seem to remember each game by the pub we visited before hand, or after. Or both. The season review ended at half ten. Jools was back home and the cats we sitting on the stairs waiting for us to go bed, so they could take their assigned places on the bed or around the room. Just like it should be.