Monday 24th July 2017

Back to work and back to the copy and pasting.

The reason why there was no post yesterday will be revealed in the next post!

But as a day at home, and a day of work, that means copy and pasting for most of the day.

At least the weather matched the mood, pouring down and misty too. The cats eat and go to their various preferred spots this week, to sleep through the morning until the weather cleared.

If things went well, I should finish the document I started some two weeks ago, the main one; can't say much more than that, really. So, eyes down and begin copying, line by line.

I put the radio on, and through the day get through three Radcliffe and Maconie episodes, lots of good music and chat. The day whizzes by.

Come quarter to four, I get to the 227th and last page, meaning I have completed the task. On this document, there are over a dozen more documents to do, although there is a good chance i won't do them all.

I celebrate with a fresh cup of coffee and watch an episode of Time Team, now that Le Tour has finished, the afternoon stretches out like a painted desert. Cats come and go, sometimes bearing gifts, sometimes even live ones. I break off meetings to chase mice round the living room. This is normal. In our house at least.

Jools returns home, and we have dinner, can't remember what to be honest.

The day had been cool, cool enough to me to have to wear a work shirt, and it got no warmer through the evening. We sat on the sofa and watched some TV, Molly sat between us, happy enough to purr for an hour or so.

I am such a doofus sometimes. Once Jools came back from work, we went to visit the old folks at Whitfield. It is possible this is my only second visit there this year, or probably second at most. So, we go over to say hello and to see Jools' Dad after his recovery from diabetes induced madness. Maybe not madness, but he became a little unhinged. So, he's back to normal, chain smoking and talking about the past, as usual. Jen is fine, has ridiculous hair, but is happy as ever and a joy to speak with.

Afterwards, I had booked a table at Nameste at the Swingate. It was planned, obviously. But we had a table overlooking the open kitchen, and I loved to see the clay oven used to cook the skewered meat and naans. Ihave chilli and garlic prawns to start followed by something from the "hot" menu, and it was pretty fiery, but bearable. It was quiet inside, so service was even better than normal, and without the hen parties, pretty quiet too.

We were back by half eight, in time for a coffee before bed time.