We wake up to the first hoar frost of the winter. That I have seen here, I guess they had frost last week when I was in Denmark.
I sleep through two alarms, Jools getting dressed and Cleo when she climbed back on the bed. Jools woke me at half six. I has a woolly head most of the morning.
Jools had left, I made a coffee, then found out what crazy stuff the world had got up to now, and then get ready for work.
Each day something else goes wrong, and in every more spectacularly stupid manner. I no longer have words to describe the chaos.
Cats sleep, I have breakfast and coffee, talk to Rune and the world continues to surprise and appal us in equal measures.
The frost quickly melts, and the sun climbs high in a clear blue sky, and by ten its almost warm. I sit for a while to look at the birds and rats feeding, then back inside for a brew and back to work.
Another round of redundancies is under way, my former boss is let go, as is the data analysis in a sister department.
So it goes.
I was planning on going for a walk, but temperatures plunged after lunch, so that it seemed bitterly cold. I had convinced myself to go out, only to find the Tesco delivery I had forgotten about turned up, so Put that away and by then it was really too late to go out.
For dinner we had some of thelast wheel of cheese bought in France three weeks today. We have to be quick as it unpasteurised and won't keep long.
I defrosted one of the baguettes bought from the boulangerie next to the cheese top, microwaved it, and warmed in a low over.
Yummy.
So yummy that Jools had a second bottle of cider, and I drained a bottle of XV as we talked over the chaos of the past week.
There was a couple of games to listen to, Man Utd won, just, and Spurs conceded a last minute goal not to win.
So it goes. So it goes.
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