The reality wasn't quite so bad.
We had gone through most of the theory, and now were onto the practicle parts; creating agendas, and role playing. That would be the rest of the course, and a quick exam at the end.
Jools didn't go swimming again, so we were up at six, and she left at quarter to seven, giving me an hour to faff about before the course began. I drank coffee, had breakfast and listened to a pod cast. Filled up the bird feeders, and all was set, ready to go.
And on we went, taking a break mid-morning, an hour for lunch, and another break for coffee in the afternoon before finishing at four.
I didn't feel tired, and had quite enjoyed the day.
Dinner was to be easy: sausage rolls. Nothing more, nothing less. Both the puff pastry and sausage meat was defrosted, I rolled the patry out, filled with the meat, made into rolls before brishing with egg and baking for just over half an hour. All done for when Jools arrived home.
We had 90 minutes to chill, before we met Bev and Steve outside to drive into Walmer for the pub quiz at The Lighthouse.Cold nights have returned. I say cold, just above freezing, really. So after finding a place to park, we rush into the venue, find our tables, while Steve gets a round of drinks in paid for out of our winnings from last time we were here.
Each time the rounds are different, not so much music this time. But we did OK first half, second half not so. But there was a round of Dad jokes, where you had to come up with the punchline: What do you get if you drop a piano down a mine? A flat miner.Or.
What's brown and sticky? A stick.
And eight more like those.
We came 6th, just a couple of points outside the top three which would have come with a cash prize, but also a long way from finishing bottom.
Jools drive us home, back for 11, and another late night for us, the dirty stop outs!
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