Friday 3rd November 2023

The day after the storm. If you look carefully, you can see the olive tree laying on its side, the only damage we received, despite being so near the cliffs.

The winds died over Thursday night and into Friday morning, though it was still raining when I put the bins out. I had slept through the alarm, and only woke when I heard Jools leaving at quarter to six for yoga.

Fridays are a day for meetings, so I had two quick coffees to make sure both braincells were awake, and set the office up, logged on ready for the first meeting.

After that, not much really to report, phone calls, meetings, mails.

All done by one, when I packed away, ready for when Jools came home so we could go to Jen's for the afternoon cards.

Now that the clocks have gone back, sunset is at twenty past four, and on cloudy days, like Friday, getting dark by four.

The rain of the morning returned, throwing it down on Jen's new roof over the dining room table.

Jen won, big. Or as big as it gets, and so with the kitty claimed at quarter to four, we call it a day and we leave for home. Too early to collect fish and chips on the way home.

The rain continued as we drove back, roads just about passable, so it was good to get home, lock the door, draw the curtains and defrost some spag bol and pour a glass or three of red to go with it.

It feels like winter, which it is, really.

The evening was spent watching a local team, Sheppy FC, in the Cup, sadly they lost 4-1, but was a good game. Not quite the magic of the cup, though.

But it was the weekend.