Back to work.
How quickly the weekend flies, even when you don't do much.
Soon enough it is Monday morning, gets light an hour earlier, but even still, at then past five, it were still dark. Darker than my ex-wives personalities.
But that's another story.
I said I would start phys again, and after three days off over the weekend, I am back on it at half six, like I've never been away. Though the new trainer is an instrument of torture, not pleasant in any way.
But here we are.
I do a session, building up to 20 minutes in due course, but not yet.
I plan to do another in the afternoon, which I don't see through, but that's for another day. Or week.
I am dressed and ready for work, and the early meeting of the team, sharing the news, and in Denmark there are new restrictions too, though nothing on the scale we have here.
I have a new task, to delve into calibration, so I am handed a spreadsheet and the ISO requirements.
And off I go.
Autumn has arrived, frequent showers, strong winds and barely getting light. There is ittle point in going out, no gardening to do, no photos to take, just work to do.
We have sausages and cold mashed potato left over, so I cook a fry up for lunch, with additional baked beans and some fried bread.
Yummy.
And back to work, and all the while rain falls hard outside, scattered around the house, various cats and kittens sleep.
I did not do an afternoon's sesseion on the cross trainer, I should have, but I was still full of fry up. Once it was dark, we have chese, crackers and I had a large glass of tripel, which all went down very well.
Watched Burnely v Spurs in the evening, just about managed to stay awake, and Spurs nicked it at the end.
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