Friday 24th February 2022

Some people will have tougher weeks at work, and in the cosmic scheme of things, sitting in audits and then a training course for four and a half days doesn't sound too bad. But it means hour upon hour of not moving, or not moving far, and having to wear headphones so long your ears actually sweat.

But the end was in sight, and when the training began that morning, we were promised it being over by lunch, midday in Denmark, eleven here in Chez Jelltex.

So, with Jools off early to yoga, I put the bins out, make a fresh coffee and am all ready at quarter to eight.

Can we just get this over with now?

Yes, yes we can.

But first, more role play, more talk about conformity and then the final test, and we were done.

Ten to eleven.

I did a bit of admin, made a call, so was done by ten to twelve.

Time. Time for a walk.

I set out over the fields, over to Fleet House, where just before, the two Shetlands were nibbling at what was left of the grass, though the white one now had a fine plaited mane, though was still mournful.

Down the slope, past the farm and up the down.

I was looking for flowers in bloom. In fact, the only new one for the year was a single weak spike of Hedge Garlic, happy in flower. I was happy to see it.

I was listening to a football podcast, walking up to the new bench, where that podcast finished, so I switched to a music one, and set off along Green Lane, then through the other half of the wood on Windy Ridge. Not much seen again, but a couple of clumps of primroses looking in very rude health.

Through the wood, then down the down to Collingwood and home. 9,000 steps and feeling much better about things, mainly because it was the weekend once again.

I was washing up when Jools returned from work, so I finished, then made a brew, and we chatted through the afternoon until the light began to fade.

Main task was to register and log into a website so we could order two pizzas to be delivered at Jen's house at quarter to seven. That took best part of two hours.

By which time it was time for the music quiz, which I guessed wildly, and was wide of the mark, but its the last quiz of the month.

Off to Whitfield, and so we sat in the living room until the pizzas arrived, at which point we scampered to the kitchen, and ate our fill of pizza and cream cheese filled peppers.

Yummy.

Washing up was quick, and so to cards.

And for a change, yours truly won the last hand and so scooped the kitty of nearly 40 pence.

So we went home happy.

Or I did.