Thursday 14th November 2024

After three ten hours days, I decided, come what may, I would finish at two and get some chores done.

Yes, chores.

A fine day, though with much work to fill it with, meaning little time to go out and do stuff. Other than fill the bird feeders up at first light, with the little tweeting buggers squawking at me to hurry up as they wanted their breakfast.

Coffee made, the world checked online, and if I'm honest, since binning Twitter two weeks back, I am less informed about what is going on, but also seeing much less Trump, Musk and the fallout from the election.

Instead I post stuff on Bluesky, where I find another million new users had joined in the previous 24 hours.

I don't get the feedback I needed, so some of the work would have to be shuffled off to an already packed Friday, though making it easier to finish early.

I do wrap up at two, and the first job is the trimming of the dead goldenrods beside the drive. My back is moaning, the sciatica is little better, if at all, so I go to the shed, get the shears and broom, then move the bin in preparation for when the clippings had been cut.

I guess it took twenty minutes, maybe more, but with a break halfway through to rest my back, the collect the clippings and put in the brown bin.

I find the stencils to reapply the house name on the bins. Then to the porch to decant two bags of peanuts and a bag of sunflower hearts into tubs for the birds.

As always, Mulder and Scully are there to supervise and remind me dinner is only two hours away, but they're still hungry.

When I was outside, Mulder had jumped up a post so he could meow at my head level.

I take his picture.

Wine is unboxed and put in the racks, peanuts and sunflowers are decanted, and the boxes they all come in broken down ready for collection in the morning.

What a busy chap was.

Finally, prepare the courgette fritters, open a beer, then fry the patties once the batter was made.

I fry them up, so that they are done as Jools comes in. Drink is poured and we sit down to eat.

It is evening, already dark outside.

Cheers.

And England on the tellybox, playing Greece in Greece where they had not lost in a year. Needless to say, England defied the odds, cruised to a 3-0 win, and played very well indeed.

Scully was happy having company on the sofa again.