Tuesday 1st January 2019

New Year's Day.

Happy New Year.

We woke from nowhere near enough sleep at something near to eight, and after stumbling downstairs we find there is no bacon in the house.

Bugger.

So, we have cereal and coffee for breakfast, check up on the interwebs, then decide what to do for the day.

Walking.

Walking it was, I mean it was a glorious sunny day, and near as possible to be actually warm.

And I had read online a new war memorial was being put up near to Chez Jelltex, making where a British plane crashed on its way home from a raid over Germany, and all the crew made it out alive. I found an online article, with a suggested place for the memorial. So we went off in search.

At the prescribed place, at the end of one of the streets where it joined Station Road, there was no sign of the memorial, nor any foundations having been dug. On a nearby lamp post there was a planning permission application, for the memorial, saying it was on the junction of that street and another called Victory Road. There was no road by that name.

We walk on and speak to a couple of people who lived nearby, and they said Victory Road was one of the "green" lanes over the fields. I hoped that the collection of maps back home would make sense of it.

Anyway, by this time my back was aching, so I say to Jools she should continue walking and I would head home. Which is what happened.

But once home, it was so warm against the south facing side of the house, that I sat outside on the bench with Scully, just watching all the garden birds coming to feed at the feeders. They paid me no attention, and were happ to go and feed. The air was full of their song, it almost felt like spring.

I go inside to prepare lunch, and wait for Jools to come back. I normally like to watch the New Year's Day concert, but with all the other stuff I fill my life with, there isn't time. Nor do I get to watch the evening repeat thanks to Dr Who. But its on the i player. I hope.

In the afternoon there is football, and City at Brentford. Injuries and the sheer number of games meant that City were depleted and tired, so it was no surprise to be 1-0 down at half time. But with two more injuries, were struggling. But a Timm Klose header in the final ten minutes meant that we got a point, one more than Leeds who lost again after having a player sent off.

Jools watched Dr Who, I messed around inline, and the afternoon morphed into evening. We watched Only Connect, by which time it was bed time, and the annual vacation was over.

For another year.