Tuesday 12th September 2023

Strange days indeed. This week, work has been going well.

I feel I am making forward progress and getting positive feedback too.

I hope this becomes, like a permanent thing, because Jools likes to come home to a happy, smiling husband, apparently.

The dread of opening the inbox in the morning has been replace with feelings of being positive.

Jools went swimming, leaving home before six, and I, well, lazed around like the lollygagger I am, drinking coffee and listening to a podcast. This was another one of those summer days with a weather warning for thunder, lightning, and heavy rain, so I fired up the storm radar to monitor the spokes as storms drifted our way.

Or not.

Mostly not.

The four hours of the day when storms were expected, produced just two spikes; one near Eastry and the other at Fordwich, but that was it. No storms drifted up from France, we had some light drizzle which resulted in two (slightly) damp cats.

I baked a second Christmas cake through the day, so the aroma of mixed spice filled the air, but not to be sampled until we have finished work for Christmas, thems the rules.

It will cool down overnight and I will wrap it in the morning so it will mature for the next three months.

I was going socialising in the evening, so dinner had to be prompt, chorizo hash is always good, but better when an extra spicy chorizo is used.

And for the evening, there was football. Scotland v England, I went round next door to watch, taking some beers to share with Steve, including the Old Master Hen at 7% proof.

Dark and mysterious, like me.

England played well and eased to a 3-1 victory, as moved on to other stronger beers.