I wish I could say that I did much that was of most importance this day, but it was another day fighting the wraiths of sloth and ignorance.
See, it was a typical Wednesday.
It is the bit before days obviously are getting longer and nights, shorter, so it seems right to wait a week or so before striding out either early in the mornings or late in the afternoons in order to get steps in.
As it was, Wednesday was even chillier than Tuesday, and the night colder still. Best wrap up and sit with the cats reading the latest edition of WSC instead, sipping from a fresh brew.
That was in the afternoon. Before then there was work, and news that we would be introduced to our new manager on Friday, with instructions to create a presentation of ourselves.
Other than that, there was the usual mundane and extreme emergency to deal with.
There was warmed up buttermilk coated chicken for lunch, as well as for dinner both on Wednesday and Thursday, showing how some cheap chicken thighs, milk, herbs, spices and four can go a very long way indeed, and did for 5 (five) meals for both of us.
It also saw the final bottle from the box of 12 Belgian Christmas beers. I saved a Delirium for last, even though I had brought some from France in November, you can't go wrong with Brouwerij Huyghe.And so to yet more football in the evening, Liverpool v Fulham, and sitting on the sofa with Scully.
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