Tuesday 21st March 2023

And so to Tuesday.

And a day on which myself and my colleague, Henrik, scored our biggest triumph since returning to the big company. Its only taken two years, and the details I cannot share with you because of work, but was every bit as fabulous and jaw-dropping as I'm making it sound.

The day started with a lay-in, then rain, breakfast, but then cleared up and by three, there was sunshine, clouds blowing the clouds away.

During what is expected to be the week's only sunny spell, out walking while listening to a football podcast, and seeing what was in flower, whilst trying not to slip over in the mud.

I walked up Station Road, past the war memorial and then down to Collingwood and down the track connecting to our street.

Not much else to report; no butterflies seen, the same wild flowers in bloom, and it was cold.

Between getting up and the walk was work: three meetings, one in which people took valid criticism as a personal slight, as I guessed they wood, and another in which the FNG sided with those of us who knew what we were talking about.

I'll take that as another win.

Dinner was chorizo hash. And beer. Or cider.

Then the first half of the Barnsley v Sheff Wednesday game before going to bed as Cleo was sitting on the stairs, all impatient, like.

I almost forgot the fox incident: during the afternoon a different fox to the tail-less one from the day before, came to eat at the ground feeder, and made short work of most of the peanuts. Then later appeared from behind the fence to the left of the back door, and just sat and stared. Jools gave him a pack of food, which it ate in short shrift, then he came to the door, so we gave him another packet of cat food, which again was eaten.

Not seen anything like it before.