Wednesday 11th May 2022

Wednesday.

This was the day reasonable deadlines were abandoned, and the unreasonable reimposed.

As I explained, I have three working days before I go on a week's vacation, that isn't going to change.

Then back three days.

Then off for nine days.

That will not change either.

So it goes, so it goes.

Saying that, I am a day nearer a day off, more about that tomorrow, but thanks to National Grid, work would be impossible, what on earth could I do to fill the day?

We shall see.

Not much else other than work to fill the day Wednesday.

I had to crack on with the job in hand, and so I did. There was another Townhall meeting, this one had an honesty content of over 75%, a record.

Outside, the wind was going to blow and maybe even some rain. In the end, the wind didn't blow as hard as expected, and we got nearly four raindrops. The garden needed more than that.

I feasted on thin slices of the loaf I made Monday through the day, and tried to deal with the demands of four cats.

In a change of plan, we were going to go out for our dinner. And we were to borrow Jen's car for reasons that will become clear, so we drove there first so Jools could drive it back, then I pick her up and we went into Deal.

We arrived at Jen's, and she wasn't there and the house locked. We called her: she was on the bus on the way back, would be 15 minutes.

So we sat in the car, and time passed until Jen appeared at the door 40 minutes later asking how long we had been there. There is a gate at the bottom of her garden to a house on the main road, and she cut through that, so we didn't know she was back.

Oh, how we laughed.

We drove into Deal, and parked in Middle Street, rain began to fall, so we rushed to The Strand, and into the Turkish restaurant.

They had dozens of free tables.

We had the cold starter platter to start, followed by the sharing platter from the grill, which was laden with chicken wings, ribs, koftes, pork and beef shish, and lamb chops, all on a bed of rice and cous cous.

It was magnificent.

We ate half, the left overs would do Jools for lunch until the weekend.

We walked back to the car and drove home, getting back just after seven, in time for "punk before chips" on the wireless, and me to follow Norwich's latest capitulation in the Prem, losing 3-0 away at Leicester. Running out of games now, thankfully.