Friday 10th September 2021

Friday. Again.

And after a good night's sleep, I feel ready for an almost full day at work.

Well, work from the dining room table, but it counts.

And as Jools' task of doing two people's work continues with her having her and her boss' job for a 5th day, and will have to on Monday, too.

We both felt better, and so after coffee we say goodbye and Jools leaves in the car, and I power up the laptop and find what chaos had been wrought the previous afternoon.

None had, to be honest, and I was soon all caught up and got my report all wrote up and sent out, and then followed up on audits already done and reminding people that they have corrections to do.

Crack that whip.

I wrap up at half one, just before Jools came back home, her week also over, so I put the kettle on and we have brews.

It was a fine afternoon, bright, sunny intervals with a strong breeze, shall we go for a walk?

We shall.

And although I am not drinking much at the moment, so we're not making sloe gin or port, but the outlaws required a sitrep with sloes around us, so we walked to hunt the hedgerows.

We ambled down the street, then took the path to the farm at the bottom of the valley, and up the other side. Sadly, when they harvested the wheat they cut te hedges too, so all sloes and most blackberries are no more, so there will be no bumper harvest. Probably due to the wet summer and all vegetation has grown like mad, so even where sloes survived they are hidden behind large clumps of brambles and nettles.

I walk to the top of the field, then down the diagonal path, through the middle of the field, ankle deep in corn husks and ears, Jools had walked roun the edge of the farm, and found few sloes their either, when in the past their were loads.

We walk to the hedge line, through that, across the long narrow field, through the second hedge and through the alfalfa, a green manure crop that will either be harvested for silage or ploughed back in.

We were now at the end of the track leading from our street which goes over the field, Jools said she was going to Windy Ridge, my back told me to go home. So I do.

There was the music quiz at six, but I didn't do very well, as the clues were very difficult, and at the end wasn't sure if the subject was male or female, turned out to be Bonnie Tyler, who is, apparenly, loaded.

That meant heading to Jen's at half six, where she had prepared two bowls of curry and enough rice for the wle street. We do her well, but there is rice for several days for her, and curry for two meals.

Due to the early start in the morning, we only play one game of Meld, and I scoop the 40 pence jackpot, so drive us home a (slightly) richer man.