Wednesday 13th March 2019

At least the weather couldn't be any worse.

Hold my coat, said the weather.

Indeed, more wind, more rain, more storms. And this is going to continue until Saturday.

I am still in the gilded palace. So, get up, have a shower and get dressed before going down for breakfast to have poached eggs on toast and lots of coffee.

A quick drive over the heathland to the coast, park at the entrance to the old power station and then walk ten minutes into the headwind to the office where a full day of something lay ahead.

I catch up on mails, make calls and do the final preparations, before the others turn up and we go out to do some inspecting.

I am left outside the blade, on point duty, staring into space and keeping an eye on all around me. I used to be a steely-eyed killer you know.

Boats on the Solent.

Birds flying around looking for food, and helicopters flying over.

Always something to look at.

And so the day went on with inspections broken by tea breaks and lunch, until we reach four in the afternoon and the end of another day.

I drive back to the hotel, somehow worn out by te day. So put some music on and prepare for the strain that is another evening of pointless Brexit madness.

Norwich were to play, playing catch up as Leeds and Sheffield Utd both won on Tuesday.

Before kick off, it was announced that manager Daniel Farke had signed a new two and a half year deal. And City began like an express train, racing to a 2-0 lead within 15 minutes. They wasted chance after chance, then managed to gift Hull a goal, and nerves took over, and all seemed shaky until City scored another scorcher to make it 3-1, before conceding again 3 minutes from time, but holding on to win.