Friday 27th December 2024

It's Friday.

Apparently.

But its not bin day.

That's going to be on Monday.

But this is Friday, and the shops are open as normal, if you, somehow, have run out of food.

We have not run out of food.

No, not yet.

We go to bed each evening, at about nine or ten, and so get up between six and half seven.

Depends.

Currently, the whole of the UK is sheltering under a dome of stationary air, so that the whole country is pretty much fog bound, and those who fly are facing huge delays.

I don't mind fog, but what I do mind is the mindless idiots who fail to realise the reason for having headlights and foglights on is to be seen.

I say this, because at ten we went out to the sports centre for a session in the gym, and about one car in five had no lights on, despite visibility being less than 50m.

I flashed every one, but they probably did nothing.

Yes, the sports centre for a while to pump some lard. I did all of mine on one of the recumbent bikes, while Jools did some time on the air rower.

I will build to that.

We call in at Aldi for some bread rolls, so once home we can warm up some salt beef for lunch and have a fine lunch.

Effectively Rubin rolls, followed by all butter shortbread and huge brews.

Meanwhile, outside the fog thickened, so we were going nowhere.

We listened to the radio, read while Jools did some crossstitch until it was supper time, where we made more cheese vanish with crackers.

And then there was football.

Football in the mist. But football.

Brighton v Brentford followed by Arsenal v Ipswich, and over more than 180 minutes of football, just one goal was scored, by Arsenal.