Friday 23rd June 2017

It all seems to be going a little wrong at the moment: with the neighbours, and at work where everyone seems to be losing their heads. I think they all need a jolly good holiday, just as well its July soon and all of Denmark will head to the sun. So, what I hoped was going to be a gentle day ended up being one of fraught and heated phone calls, angry e mails and pointed silences.

Jools and I had planned on taking Tony to France for the day, not realising that his flight had been booked for Wednesday, and so would be literally on the other side of the world by Friday. Instead she took the day off anyway, pottered in the garden, went shopping and visited her Dad, now home, and having to have insulin injections. He is feeling more like himself. Apparently in the run up to his spell in hospital, he was drinking coffee with four sugars in. That he has not drunk coffee since he was down the pit, and so much sugar not a good idea with someone with diabetes, meant his mood altered. Anyway, all good now, or so Jools would find out when she went round, and that another attempt at quitting smoking was being mooted. Might be easier now that I am not going to Belgium any more, so unable to bring back duty free, and currently they can't drive over.

Before that there was breakfast, second breakfast and morning coffee and then elevenses. It makes the day fly by after all, and then the frequent trips to the facilities gives me exercise. And so the morning passes. One thing I do manage is to fill in the new format time sheets, what was simple now getting more complicated week by week, come Christmas I'll have to employ an 11 year old child to do it for me!

After lunch, Jools comes home with shopping, we have ham and cheese sandwiches and a Magnum. As you do, and sit outside for a while.

My plan to go to Sandwich Bay to see some orchids, yes really, were scuppered as the wind picked up and so would make macro photography impossible I hoped the sun would shine, or the wind drop over the weekend. So we stay home, do stuff. Stuff which takes most of the afternoon and keeps us busy. Busy doing mostly nothing, as the song goes.

And too full from lunch to have fish and chips for dinner, and listen to some music on the radio, watch The Sky at NIght on the i player, and in this way Friday passes into Friday evening, and it is time to go to bed. Let us hope tomorrow is better.