Thursday 15th October 2020

It is Thursday, midway through October and winter is coming.

I am quite optomistic about the coming months, even with Brexit, the hard economic one coming. I mean, how hard could it be? We have two months Sure our savings and pensions may be trashed, but the house is ours, we have kittens and each other.

It will be hard, but I think reality will win out. In time.

We can batten down the hatches, look after each other, and dream of better days.

We hope.

Thursday we had rain again. Not heavy rain, but steady, does the garden good type rain. I had work to keep my mind occupied, Jools didn't, but she did yoga, went shopping and then started watching The Expanse again on her laptop.

Outside it barely got fully light, while the kittens hunted goldfinches that flock to our garden to feast on the seeds. We no longer put the seeds on the ground, but some fall from the feeders and when the birds land, kittens leap. Poppy is an adept hunter, at at the moment takes her prey, alaive, to the bedroom to pay with it under the bed. Oh how we laugh, we have rescued most that have this tour of our house, and letting the gooldfinches fly free from the back door is a great feeling, whilst the kittens are confused as to where the pretty and delicious birdie has gone.

Interrupting meetings to chasing after cat with bird situation, up the stairs and into the bedroom.

Otherwise, work continues.

I look outside and see over 30 goldfinches on the ground feeding, with more than a dozen more in the bushes and hedge nearby, it looks like the ground is moving, but it is just wonderful birds feeding. Poppy licks her lips.

Or would have done only she had gone for a snooze to sleep off her hunting trips.

Jools comes home with rolls for lunch, and mid afternoon we have both Portuguese custard tarts, which go oh so well with a coffee. Shall we have one each or two?

Two.

Glad you said that.

So it goes, so it goes.

I have taken to watching commuter trains, driver;s views, on the lines leading to the L in Chicago. I have watched them all, and now have discovered the outer commuter lines on heavy rails, and passing marchalling yards, freight trains and so on. Each one takes 90 minutes, little else gets done.

Jools watches sci-fi, i watch train videos, the days passes.

For dinner, I make shoarma pork, to see how it would go, and works well with the fried potatoes and fresh corn, though it seems we have reached the end of the season for those for another year.

And then it back to the train videos with the 6 Music soundtrack.

Night falls, cats sit and wait to be fed.