Monday 12th October 2020

Back to work. For me.

And back to furlough, for now, for Jools.

So from going to having to sleep the day away these last two weeks, she is now a lady of leaisure once again, thoue who does not know how to rest, planning to fill every moment of daylight with work and chores.

I just have the usual work, drinking brews and screaming at the walls.

Some old, same old.

It now gets light so late, well after seven, it feels so much like winter already, but in 12 days the clocks go back, and it will be light again in the mornings, but dark before five.

Now Jools osn't working, the alarm goes off at six, and once the shock of it still being dark outside and in the house, we get up and start to fill our days.

It sounds mundane, but it is our life, and working, if from home or on furlough, pays our bills, and we can save, in quite large amounts now, for a future we hope that Brexit will not destroy.

Being a MOnday, there is an early morning meeting. I bring them up to date with the latest nightmare lockdowns here, and in fareness, things are not going too well in DK, but nothing like it is here. Or course.

We have to be work leading at something, if only it is killing ourselves.

I go to work. Or, I get my work computer out, set up and switch from one chair to another. Commute done.

And so to work.

Not much to report, really. Just the usual, meetings, calls and looking at the weather outside, not good enough to go our. Or it was in the morning, but by the time work calmed down, it was cloudy and windy.

Poor show.

It is a long day, if truth be told. Not much happened, but it took all day to happen.

We had to have dinner early as Jools had to go to the hospital, more on that later.

So, I cook chorizo hash, as it is easy and one of our favourite meals, and by five I had cooked and we had eaten, so Jools could leave for Ashford at quarter to six, and due to COVID, I could not go.

A few months back, Jools slipped over Mulder when coming down the stairs, and her middle toe on one foot hasn't bene right. Two weeks ago she went to Buckland hospital and found it had been disloated.

So they arranged for a scan and a second opinion, which is why Jools had to drive to Ashford late on Monday afternoon. And they found that the toe had been broken and dislocated. Disloacted so badly that the cartlidge had been worn away. It needs to be pinned, and even then there is no guarantee the whole toe can be saved.

But she has been in pain for months, so if amputated or not, as long as the pain goes, so much better.

Which meant I was on cat sitting duties, again. The kittens sleep, the cats mooch around, eat again and then sleep.

It is a proper cat hotel here.

Jools returns, I make coffee and the evening grows old.

Outside the wind builds and rain starts to fall.

Nearly winter.