Sunday 3rd January 2021

It had to come, but how so quickly? Yes, it was the final day of the Festve break, the 17th and final day off, and tomorrow, back into the working world back in Vestas, with all the uncertainty that will involve merging two companies, some will lose their jobs, many won't, but might have new roles.

As for me, I don't know.

And to match the sombre mood, the weather was grim. We woke up to thick fog, shrouding the village and the wider world from view.

Once up, we have coffee and there is the radio to entertain us, babbling away and playing good music, the morning slips by.

There was a brief window of sunshine. So I went out to snap the scene, in case it was photogenic. The air was full of woodsmoke, and its smell soaked into my clothes.

The cats played as I walked down the garden, snapping a new hellebore flower, but there was little else to record.

For dinner I make breaded chicken, served with something new: Bombay potatoes and the last of last summer's creamed spinach.

We eat at midday, as there was nothing else to look forward to. The Bombay potatoes were declared a triumph, and there was more than enough for another meal another day.

Win!

We tidy up, so at two I could sit and watch two games of football; Leicester won 2-1 at Newcastle, then Citeh thrashed Chelski 3-1, though it could have been treble that.

And somehow it was half six and time for a slice of Christmas Cake for supper, and a cuppa tea.

At eight it was time for #wildflowerhour, and the time to show all what we had seen on the #NewYearPlantHunt.

But all of a sudden, it was nine in the evening, and time for bed, as tomorrow is a school day, and we were back at work.

So it goes, so it goes.