Sunday 22nd January 2017

As is usual when there is the prospect of a week away, Sunday was spent, for the most part, relaxing, and doing as little as possible.

We got up to find that fog had drifted in during the night, and the sun rise was lost in the murk. But at times about half an hour from sunrise through till late in the afternoon, it did break through sometimes, even if the village and most of the rest of the world was lost in fog.

I watch football, as is usual. And Jools goes out to clear some of the dead leaves and plants from the garden, So I watch her working from my seat on the sofa.

After breakfast, I go out to help, pruning the acers mainly. But the garden does look good, with the ground pierced by hundreds of shooting spring bulbs. Along the road, the house at the garden still have no daffodils in bloom, meaning they are a month behind last year, but there was no really mild spell in December which allowed them to be in bloom before Christmas 2014. Hopefully, the frosty weather will spend the end for many snails and slugs, as we have suffered quite a plague of them in the past three years, as winters have not been cold enough to kill them off.

The morning passes with more radio, more photo editing, more coffee and the thought of lunch. Lunch itself is pizza. Shouldn't have been, but they were there, and there was cold beer. This did mean we were not hungry through the afternoon, although the final four mince pies could be heard calling, and so were shared out over coffee. This meant that come six, and when all the football was done for the day, chorizo hash was scrapped for dinner, instead having sandwiches for supper.

The fog got thicker, and the forecast was for worse in the morning, and even worse in London. And I was supposed to be flying to Denmark, it promised to be an interesting day ahead. Best get some sleep.