Monday 29th May 2023

It is the last day of my week and two weekends off, 9 days, and withme being so orchid focussed, it seemed a good idea to just do nothing.

That was the plan.

Nothing.

We woke at five, Jools fed the cats, then came to bed, we both fell back to sleep and slept to nearly half eight. Which is nearly lunchtime

Once up, again, we have coffee, fruit, then I cook bacon butties and by which time it was gone ten.

Nearly bedtime.

I made a loaf of bread to go with the salad and Spanish preserved meats we were going to have for lunch, and once that was kneaded, I could go for a shower and have a shave.

Outside, the sun really wasn't shining, and with the wind set from the north again, it felt not just chilly, but actual cold.

In the afternoon we put the heating on.

Lunch was excellent, and once we had cleared away, it was time for the last play off final, Sheffield Wednesday v Barnsley, which went 122 minutes without a goal, but full of tense excitement, until there was a last minute winner for Wednesday.

The crowd went wild.

Or the blue and white half did.

Yay.

For Barnsley fans, the dream ends and the same old game will kick off on August 4th, something like just nine weeks away.

Sheesh.

With no Marc on the wireless, Jools watches TV and I write, and the evening slips by.

And being a school night, we were in bed by quarter past nine, so be to be all ready for work in the morning.