Tuesday 28th July 2020

Tuesday.

In Denmark, July is holiday month. It seems half the company takes the weeks I had off, while the rest take the next two.

Meaning, it's very quiet at work. Only half the department is in this week, so the morning meetings are brief, as there is no gossip or scandal to share, just "what we did on our holibobs" stories, and that's it.

I have a few things to sort out too, catch up on work, so will be kinda busy. Not what Jools would call busy but keeps me off the streets.

But before all that, as the new crosstrainer was working, better give it a road test. It's not as good as the old one, not as solid, and I don't think will last a year let alone beyond that. But it will do for now.

And it feels flimsy, rocking all over the place, which I find out is due to many of the bolts not being tight enough, so I go round them, get back on, and while its better, not by much. And the position on the treader is different, so you use different muscles, which isn't a bad thing, but will make our thghs ache by the time we had done the second session that afternoon.

All that done, I am working on the dining room table, and Jools is n the garden, when she calls that there is a fritillary in the garden. I grab my camera and go out to find it wasn't a frit, but almost as good, a Comma, and its brought a friend: a Painted Lady.

Commas are fine looking butterflies, but numbers have crashed, so to see any is always good. Around East Kent it seems that the second, summer, brood is more numerous. And the Painted Lady is a frequent migrant, some of which fly across Europe from north Africa. Last year millions arrived in the UK, but this is the first I saw this year.

Both were freshly emerged and in fine condition. I snap them good, from all angles.

And then back to work.

Each day the weather gets better, long sunny periods with warm, nearly hot temperatures. It is too nice to be inside, but then when I sit outside to drink the brews Jools makes, its too hot.

Can't win.

We have ham sandwiches for lunch, sitting on the patio. It is like being on holiday. Again. But with some work.

And back to work, calls to answer, problems to solve, and the afternoon passes, until its time to pack away and do a session on the trainer. Again.

More achy legs.

Then downstairs to make dinner, more aubergine. Sliced, egg and breadcrumbed, then shallow fried in olive oil.

Yummy.

And for the first time since June 18th, there was no football to watch, so we play Uckers, and I win.

Yay.