Friday 24th January 2020

We have almost made it to the end of the week. Just these eight hours to do.

Keep on.

For Jools the weekend had already begun, so she could please herself as to how she spent the day. Her foot is still not quite right, so she skipped yoga but did go swimming,then went to Tesco for the weekly shop, getting back at ten, by which time I had made myself breakfast, a second cup of coffee and was about to go into a meeting with my boss.

All is good on this Friday morning. We talk about upcoming meetings and some interesting new tasks she might have for me.

And that is done.

Jools had put the shopping away, made me a brew by the this time, and the day was nearly half done. Where does the time go?

We have cold samosas for lunch, and a coffee. After, Jools reads and I carry on working, until we get to half two, and time to call it a day.

Straight away, we head out, tot he pet food shop for more wild bird seed as they are hungry buggers at this time of the year, then back up the downs and along to Deal.

It was a dark and gloomy day, but traffic into Deal was light, as the schools had yet to close for the week, so we could drive in and find a space near to the pier.

We were in do buy a gift for a friend, and have dinner out. Early dinner I'll admit.

We go to the high street, go in a couple of shops, but see nothing interesting. We were going to go to the shop for the gift, but as we walked by the fish and chip restaurant the smell of food frying was just too delicious.

I go in.

Jools doesn't mind.

We take a seat by the window, and from the specials board I see they still have skate on. Skate is a kind of ray, has sweet, white flesh, which peels of the cartilage. Was Dad's favourite, and is mine. We have an un-necessary portion of onion rings to go with our fish and chips. Needless to say neither of us can finish our meal.

We go outside, dusk is falling and it is gloomy with the bright lights of the shops and restaurants shining brightly.

We go home.

Once home we put up the heating, make a brew and I watch a documentary on legendary Liverpool manager, Bill Shankley, on the i player. He was a man ofrom a different time, about the game from a different time. But just as the modern world was coming in. It is a story how one man turned a sleeping club round, and set in place foundations for European domination.

And then he resigned.

But the club went on. Went on winning.

And then we watched Monty in America, which was colourful.

And that was it.

Time for bed? Indeed.