Monday 5th December 2022

Only 12 working days left this year.

Apparently.

Wich makes getting back to the grindstone a little easier to bear.

Jools slept well and so was in good spirits when she left for work at twenty past six, leaving me with my second coffee and a fresh cup of coffee.

A day of meetings ahead, yet more follow up on our employee survey, though this time, for the first time, an action plan to deal with some our more serious complaints. And the complaints about our manager now moot as he has been replaced.

Not many mails to deal with, most filed away after being read.

So, with that done, I could have breakfast and a cuppa.

Outside it was another cold and grey day. Not one for walking, doubly so when the afternoon from three would be filled with football.

The game was Japan v Croatia, and two not very good sides fougt out a 1-1 draw, only for Japan to miss their first two spot kicks and so go out.

As you can tell, not much of any import really happened.

With the game as dull as ditchwater, I cook dinner whilst listening to the radio, just chorizo hash. Just.

Its always good.

Time then to squeeze in a team effort to replace the upstairs loo seat, I in the end opting to hacksaw the fittings off, which worked.

All done in time for a final coffee of the day and watch Brazil play Korea.

For half an hour, Brasil were magnificent, but classless in celebrating each goal. I was disgusted and turned it off, instead, editing photos to the sound of the radio.

It was 4-0 when I logged off, but Korea played well in the 2nd half, and pulled one goal back, but still lost 4-1.

So it goes.