Sunday 20th February 2022

5th day of storms.

Even if the wond wouldn't start blowing until after nine, it was already cloudy and the wind building when we got up.

After coffee, Jools went swimming, and I was left alone with the cats and radio, and little to do other than wash up and clear away.

Oh, and write blogs.

Because I wanted to get ahead, as we were off out for lunch, and then there was football, if I stayed awake, and then tea and #wildflowerhour and then bed. Relaxing is a full time activity, wears you out.

It seems.

So, once all taks were done, bird feeders topped up and cats stroked, I watch some train videos while the radio plays.

Jools returns and instead of breakfast, we have a brew and an orange. Becuae the only table we had was at midday, and we wanted to be hungry. We left for The Lantern at twenty to 12, and crossed the Deal road easy enough, but found the road to Martin from the station closed. No matter there was another way. So I turned round and we went through Martin Mill, hung a sharp right and again at the bottom only to discover the Deal half-marathon going our way.

This must be the end of it, as most were either walking, or running at a walking speed. But they were keeping going. I try not to get too close, but one runner at a time we get past, until we arrive in Martin and turn into the pub car park. We still had ten minutes.

After waiting to midday on the dot, the door was opened and we were shown to our table; various roasts to be had, but really prime rib was the only choice. It was served with roast potatoes, Yorkshire pudding, red cabbage and roast root vegetables. I order some broccoli spears and pears as well as a beer.

And we wait.

A young couple come in; she is orange and has a glass of white wine, he is a muscular chap with limited vocabulary. He also has no volume control, so we hear every word he stumbled over.

Our meals some and it is wonderful, as I didn't have to cook and there would be no washing up. Also I had ordered a bowl of pigs in blankets and stuffing, in the picture below you can see Jools placing stuffing on my plate, not taking it off.

Anyway, we eat it all up. And although we were going to skip dessert, they had blueberry creme brulee, so Jools had that, I passed.

I drive us home, back n time to make a coffee and relax as lunch settled, as Dad would have said, ready for the Leeds v Man Utd game at two. That ended up being very good, though Man Utd won 4-2, so can't have everything. And that was followed by Wolves v Leicester, which made four and a half hours disappear.

And just like that, the weekend had lipped through my fat little fingers.

Sigh.