Tuesday 12th November 2024

I looked out of the bathroom window today, way out across the farm in The Dip, up the other side to where the houses on Kingsdown Road end, and behind the large tree, now partially de-leaved, was the outline of the Dover Patrol Monument.

This means it is now winter, as for most of Spring, Summer and autumn, the foliage on the tree hides the monument.

But not in winter.

Even though I am home this week, I have a pile of work to do, because next week I have been summoned to Arhus to help out in a 3rd party audit, so its nice that my employer appreciates me in ways mere money cannot describe.

So, even though working ten hour days from dawn to dusk, I am at home. Even if the cats sleep pretty much until Jools comes back home now, making it seem I have been neglecting them.

I have two audit reports to write, and documents to review. And there's not enough hours in the day, etc.

Jools was up before me, and she finished the baby blanket she's been making since August. Parts of it came to Tuscany and back with us, now it is done, and will be given to Ange on Saturday for her daughter.

I take a picture of the blanket before Jools leaves for work.

And the day rushes by.

Cats sleep. I work, bird sing and the sun flies across the sky, under cover of clouds, from south east to north west. Bringing darkness by five.

Dinner is defrosted ragu, pasta bought from Folkestone, and the remainder of the focaccia bought from the same shop.

Quick and easy, but delicious. Washed down by a bottle of Le President's best XV.

There was football, what used to be the Freight Rover Trophy, its not engaging, as they have a league there was well, so even if a team lost they might go through.

I give up before penalties start, and go to bed.