Tuesday 22nd September 2020

At 14:30 it was the Autumn Equinox.

Darkness rules from now on.

Well, for three months.

But not only was it the equinox, but it was the last day of summer, in that it was hot and sunny. Or as hot as a late September day can be.

The sun rose in a haze of mist, red and angry looking as it has done every day this week. It is good just to watch the day creep over the land, and once the sun is up, the long shadows shorten and get darker.

Jools went for a walk, there are no more raspberries to harvest, so we have to make do with ones from Tesco. And with strawberries.

And then there is coffee. Strong, sweet coffee.

Changes are afoot, and there is talk of the morning meetings being scrapped, in fact I thought they had. But I was wrong, I log on at twenty to eight and the meeting had already begun. My colleagues kindly switch from Dansih to English when they see I join the meeting.

Very nice of them.

I have worked out how to change the backgrounds of Teams calls, and my new background is of the Simpson's living room. This causes much laughing.

I'm here all week.

Anyway, to work, and it seems the kings of chaos are abroad again, and I alnone wield the sword of truth, and so it it I, Prince Jelltex who has to slay the dragon of lies. Or business as usual, then.

We have cheese and dried bread for lunch. No wine.

And after the long dark afternoon of the soul, there is just time to head to Kingsdown to look for the Long Tailed Blues. Again.

And the National trust are up there attempting to get rid of the rare butterfly's food plant as it, both the butterfly and plant (everlasting pea) are not native. I explain to the workment about the rare butterfly, and they listen whilst sharpening their pea-hacking knives.

Sigh.

I see now LTBs, asdaly. And appearance could have saved them and their habitat. But they were elsewhere.

Also going on was the Government keeping a watch on theose dastardly migrants crossing the Channel. Some had a radio comms van and equipment behind the gold course clubhouse, while on the beach, three black mariahs wait in case the desperate get as far as landing. It is a quiet afternoon, and we all enjoy the sun.

I see no LTB, so walk back to the car and drive back home.

It was tea time, apparently.

So we have breaded chicken, stir fry and chips, as we had cleaned the fryer of a decade of grease and grime, filled it with new oil.

The chips were wonderful.

Not as good as the stir fry, and not as good as the chicken.

And half a pint of tripel. Which was nice.

Very nice.

Darkness comes quickly and early now. Getting dark by six, and dark by seven.

We have coffee, watch a recording of Gardener's World and the first of a new series of Only Connect.

Some things are still good and reliable.