Wednesday 16th September 2020

Jools' first day off for nearly two weeks as she goes back on furlough, and due to traffic there is nowhere she could go. See my post yesterday about the Brexit practice run. Meaning that, for Jools, it was a quiet day, as she got used to being at home, with no work to take her time up. Instead there was washing, gardening and odd jobs. But no shopping, as the roads were blocked between here at Whitfield. I had persuaded Jools to turn the alarm off, now that there is no daily meetings, being a Wednesday, no meeting. So we wake up just before six, it was just getting light, another fine day ahead, but no mist to hide the sun. I pick raspberries, we have breakfast and make coffee and then more coffee. I have work, Jools has chores, we get to our tasks and the morning passes. I say I am hungry, so we have the last of the short cakes as a mid morning snack, and then back to work. The morning passes. Most of the day is spent looking at the live traffic radar as jams buld up around the town and all the main routes into town were closed at one time, or at the same time. It looks mad. I say to Jools whatever, we have food at least for the day, so no need to go to Tesco. We have no bread, but rolls, so we have lamb burger for lunch, though no beer. I time it well, and Jols washes up as I settle on the sofa with the laptop to watch Le Tour on the "Queen Day", with two out of catagory climbs of over 2,000m. It is fascinating stuff, as on the final climb, the road ramps up to 24% in places, and the riders nearly come to a standstill. Outside, the traffic gets worse, and so we are going nowhere. We have breaded chicken and stir fry and curried rice for dinner. It was fabulous. The evening was quiet, it gets dark now before half seven, and soon it will be dark longer than it is light. Winter is coming.