Monday 2nd January 2017

Bank Holiday Monday

Again.

Thanks to doing some work each day, I am fairly sure that it was Monday. But a Monday bringing another day off.

We lay in again until half seven and then get up with the intention of starting the healthy lifestyle, as per the New Year, if not resolution, then intention. It was then I saw the bag full of cheese, with two more slices yet to be opened. Seems like that change is gonna have to wait until we have made a dent in the cheese mountain.

There is more football to watch, hobbies to do so while away the time. Somehow the morning passes, and that included a late breakfast as we found it hard to schedule it in earlier. I do some work, and Jools goes to Tesco to pick up some milk as we had nearly run out. Always a good reason for going shopping.

At half eleven, I have caught up with work, so we have an early lunch of cheese and crackers.

Cheese. And crackers. And wine. So much for the fresh start, Ian. Well, that can start tomorrow.

In the afternoon, we go out for a walk, as I saw on Twitter the Botanical Society wanted people to go out to look for growing and flowering plants around where they lived.

So, we went out.

It was a cold day, bright but cold, and with no wind. Bob's flag, new year's one for those taking notes, hung limp. So we turned right walking to the end of the street then along the tack until it left the last house behind and went over the fields to Fleet House.

Past the pig's copse, turning right down The Dip, past the chickens and cockerels in the garden of Fleet House on the right before walking to the muddy bottom of Norway Drove and then up the steep path the other side

We saw no wild flowers growing, but at the top of The Dip we found a small group of blackberries, still ripening. Something, at least.

We turn right again, back to the village, where I finally see the owner of the new orchard/vineyard, and was able to ask him what he was growing. Vones was the answer, and maybe this summer he might get his first fruit, but next year should be a good crop. Anyway, my curiosity satisfied, we walk on to the end of the road, past the Red Lion which it appears is going to be turned into a private house, so in the space of a year we have lost two of the village pubs, with The Hope also being converted.

Back down Station Road, past the new build cottages being put up at the bottom, then the final slog back up the top to the beginning of our street.

And by pure luck, we arrive home at kick off time, so I can wallow in misery as Norwich play and I follow updates on Twitter. Only, something goes wrong as a different team turns up, plays Derby off the park, and dominate in taking a 1-0 half time lead. They then have a player sent off, and City cruise to a 3-0 win. What is this feeling? Winning? Oh yes, I remember now. Great, isn't it.

With West Ham playing Man Utd on the radio, I cook dinner; chorizo hash, which we have not had in weeks. And with a bottle of silly strong Belgian beer it is a fine dinner.

And just like that, not like that, the weekend was running out. Some Rick Stein, University Challenge, and it was bed time. Work tomorrow, and travel to Denmark.

See you at the weekend.