Friday 31st January 2020

The day arrived. Te day when the UK would leave the EU, it had already been ratified by both the UK and EU, the day itself was a formality.

Many people gathered in London to gloat, sorry, celebrate the fact the UK is leaving, but most can't state a single reason why we should be leaving or why they voted for it.

So, words fail me.

Would our neighbours, most of whom are Brexiteers, celebrate? Time would tell.

But for now, well, it was the first day of Jools' three day weekend, meaning she would get up early doors, go to yoga, then go swimming, then go sopping and finally have a hair cut.

I would stay behind and work.

That was the plan.

The alarm went off at 05:15, and what did the oh stand for? Oh my word, its early!

She gets up, feeds the cats and is making coffee when I get up. Outside it is still dark.

Sigh.

She leaves the house at ten past six, and by half past i am standing on the footpads of the crosstrainer wondering if I was mad? I just wanted to get fitter.

I do over 20 minutes. Not much over, but still over. And next week the choice is phys for longer or increase resistance. Not sure which. Both you say?

We shall see.

But for now, after cooling down, go for a cooling shower, set up the office and make breakfast. And all ready to go at ten to eight.

And so to work, checking mails and registering working hours, attending meetings and the such. IT was all go until half ten.

Outside it was dark and cloudy, no sunshine at all, and cold. I was happy enough to stay at home.

Just before eleven, Jools comes back home, I help put the shopping away. It wasn't quite eleven on Friday and most of the chores for the weekend was already done.

If only work was.

We have lunch, and I carry on working until half two, Jools goes out to do some gardening, in the drizzle.

I was happy working inside in the dry.

At half two, as Jools come in, and makes a coffee, I turn the laptop off and the weekend can begin.

Yay.

We have nearly four hours to wait until dinner, as we were to go out to eat, along the road to the Swingate for a curry. A good curry.

So, with it being dark and in driving rain, we hop in the car and drive to the former pub where I had reserved a table, with views of the kitchen, so we could see the chefs cheffing.

We have starters: I have some kind of chicken on skewers, covered in oils and spice, while Jools had chilli shrimp. And for mains we have, well, cirry. Different curries, but lamb, mine had lentils. And with rice and naans.

And beer.

Sadly, the place wasn't that full, but as we leave a group of ten youg men arrive. Maybe it just as well we left.

A short drive home, and we are all in our jim jams by half eight, time to watch the last of Monty in America.

Before the fireworks might go off, we go to bed and sleep through the moment the UK left the EU.