Thursday 28th March 2024

Maundy Thursday is a holiday in Denmark, so work was very quiet indeed. I finished at midday, and as we had chores to run on the Romney Marsh, I thought we should have lunch out.

Looking at the map, I though Botolph's Bridge Inn would be away from touristy places and be quiet, but in the event it was quite full, we go the last car parking space and space on a table for six.

Cheeseburger, onion rings and chips were great, though out of the window we looked as the rain hammered down.

Before that there was work, though in truth just a case of updating audit reports in the database, and then waiting to see if there would be any mails or calls.

Jools went to Tesco so we did not have to do it over the weekend, just in case the town and port becomes gridlocked.

Once she returns, we have breakfast and another coffee, and she watches me looking at my inbox.

Exciting stuff.

That being said, I did get to speak to my boss to update her on what I have done this week, so she understands the issues uncovered

That done, I could power the laptop down after setting the out of office message.

Outside, it was a grim day, rain fell from dark, low clouds, although traffic was light enough down Jubilee Way and out towards Folkestone.

Hythe was jammed, and people being stupid jumping lights or worse, ignoring when they went red. But we were going in the other direction out towards the Marsh and the small seaside resorts on the way.

Then turning inland to go to the pub, arriving to find the car park nearly full.

Once we had eaten, we drive to a friend of Jools, Alan, who had painted her work desk. He lives in a small village with narrow streets and no nearby parking. So after finding somewhere to leave the car, we walked to his house, where we were greeted warmly by Alan and his dog.

He lives in a middle terrace house, but his garden went back 40 or 50 yards where his workshop was, then carry the desk back along the gravel path, over the wooden bridge over his pond, then into his house, avoiding the excited doggo.

I bring the car and park outside the house, while we load the desk in the back, we say goodbye and we were off, back into Hythe and then to the motorway to home.

Still no traffic, so we went along Townwall Street and up Jubilee Way to home, where the cats greeted us with indifference, but suggesting they would accept food.

We played cribbage in the evening, ate crumpets and listened to podcasts, and so the evening grew old, and we grew tired.