We both feel worn out by work, for different reasons, and we are both looking forward to our nearly two weeks off. There was time in the morning for coffee before we went to Tesco. We had parked the car on the road the night before as we had paper-wrapped fish and chips so wanted to get inside as soon as possible, but this meant the car was out in the cold frosty weather. And was covered in thick hoar frost.
Off to the shop, and part 1 of the Christmas shop with a months supply of cat food, washing up liquid and coffee. We fill a large trolley and make good our escape before we need to get a second. Just the meat to collect on Christmas Eve, and the vegetables. Back home for croissants and more coffee before returning to the frosty Kentish air to go to Folkestone.
I can remember when the Old High Street was very run down, and the Creative Quarter took over and tried to rejuvenate it; we did scoff at first, and true, not all of the shops worked, but a rotation of art shops, studios and cafes mean there is always something new to see, and all in the setting of a narrow cobbled lane that winds its way between the harbour and the new town. And there is the barbers, the camera shop, the record shop and the beer shop! All the major food groups in one visit. What's not to like?
It is another fabulous day out on the A20 driving to Capel then on to Folkestone. Away on the left, to the south east, there was a hint of France over the Channel, and the sea the colour you only used to see in holiday brochures. Down off the cliffs, past the Valiant Sailor into town, then down the Tram Road to the car park beside the harbour where there was a parking space with our name on it. 
The plan was to go up the Old High Street, look at some records, maybe buy some, buy some beer, get the film I had been put in for developing. Yes, record, as in vinyl. I have a new-ish record player dontcha know. I scour the racks looking for something, but end up with the new Arcade Fire LP, just need to find time to play it to be honest.
I buy eight bottles of silly strong Belgian beer, reminding myself they would cost about a quarter of the price in Belgium, but when you don't work there any more, you have to get it where you can, and it saves the trip over on the tunnel. I suppose.
The owners of the photographic shop have not had time to scan the images, but will do this week they say, so nothing to collect, but I am still tempted by the Pentax Super A with a f1.7 lens for £140. I wanted that when I begun snapping, has an illuminated dial and controls, making night napping easy. Could not find one so made do with the Program A. Would I use it if I got it?
We put the shopping in the car, then walk over the road to the harbour instead of taking the new path on the railway viaduct like last time. The light was sensational, and with a high tide, it looked wonderful. I took many shots, just because of the light. We only had 20 minutes to kill before the parking ticket ran out, so after a ten minute wander, we returned to the car and went to Folkestone to see Jen.
Jen is busy as usual, a blur of activity. She let the chickens out of their pen, and I am fascinated as the hens look for worms and bugs in the ground, scratching away. They are wary of me though.
Betty is choosing her horses for the afternoon races at Cheltenham. I have no idea about horses, we try to engage in conversation with her, but it is difficult as she is deaf as a post, but she does seem to know a few things about the nags. At one we leave as it is lunchtime, and for me there is footy on the wireless.We have soup with added bacon bits and fresh crusty bread, and then the sofa calls, so I lay with Scully as we both listen to the football. Norwich lose again, 1-0 at Dirty Leeds, don't play badly, but then not good enough either. The feel good factor from last week didn't last long.
We feast on fresh sausage rolls made with my fair hands, and a selection of party food, as its nearly Christmas, and because we both missed our respective department's Christmas parties.
And that was your Saturday with the Jelltexes. This time with less cats.
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