Saturday 25th February 2023

Oh, how we miss the weekends during the week!

here is the age old contradiction in that I spend all week working from home, and Jools spends all week away from home, working. So, come the weekend, I want to go out, she wants to stay in.

Not much planned for this Saturday, other than the usual shopping first thing.

As expected, fresh produce was thin on the ground, though we got raspberries and blueberries for the weekend breakfasts, we didn't need tomatoes, but they did have some

We went home and had breakfast of said fruit followed by fresh croissants.

We went to Canterbury first thing, as Jools needed to buy some stuff for the wild living trip she has booked for the end of next month. So, we headed to the city and found an outdoor sports type shop thing, and so Jools got her new sleeping bag and spork.

Spork.

We quickly escaped the city, back out onto the A2 to Barham before turning off and driving to Wingham, then hence to Preston to the butcher to buy steak for our Sunday lunch.

Only one church planned to be visited, and that was Pugin's church in Ramsgate, now called the Catholic Shrine to St Augustine. Its always open for visitors, so would be an easy tick.

So I thought.

We drove by first, and first indication that something was off was the lack of church open sign, then people milling around in sombre suits. Almost certainly a funeral, so I turned the car round and we drove to Sandwich.

Jools had stopped for breakfast last week when she was off, and I had really fancied a fry up. Sandwich seemed the easiest, with at least two places down Strand Street that did them.

After parking, we walked past the Barbican Toll House and along the street to the first place. They had one table in the corner, so we took that, squeezing in and I ordered a regular breakfast and a pot of rosie.

The place was packed, one table of six cyclists on a 70 mile ride, and half-regretting it in the keen north east wind.

The meal came, and went down a right treat.

We walked back to the car, then drove home, putting the stuff away from the butcher, and as if by magic, it was half two and time for football on the wireless.

Norwich started slowly but overpowered Cardiff 2-0, which was very nice indeed, then watched two games on Sky: Citeh thrashed Bournemouth 1-4, and then Palace hold a poor Liverpool to a 0-0 draw.

By which time it was ten and time for bed.

Phew.