Friday 3rd January 2025

And, like magic, Friday follows Thursday, and the hope that every week this year will have just two working day.

No yoga this week for Jools, so we lay a tad too late, meaning it was twenty past seven before I started work having fed the cats, drunk coffee and filled the feeders.

Its all go.

There is actually blue sky, and the early morning flights heading east soar leaving trails of white, turning gold as the near the south east horizon.

Still no management in work, so we have our own meeting and discuss some of our pressing issues.

Then two meetings where few folks turn up, there is lunch to have, and be ready for when Jools came home. I packed away the laptop and screens, boiled the kettle and was ready for her return.

When she did come home, she was in tears. She had slipped in the car park at work and hurt her wrist pretty badly. Somehow she had managed to drive home, but I needed to take her to the local small hospital in town to get it checked out in case there was a break.

We got down there and Jools was told there was a three hour wait for a doctor or 15 minutes for the nurse.

She chose the nurse option, and was seen within 15 minutes, sent for an x-ray, then analysed and diagnosed with a non-break injury.

We were back in the car heading home within 50 minutes of arriving, dodging the traffic in town by going up the hill to Whitfield, then along the quiet A2 to Deal road and back home.

I make a pasta bake with the leftover turkey and stuffing, going as far to defrost some more sausage meat to make fresh stuffing balls.

After making 400g of cooked pasta, that, a sauce, the stuffing and leftover turkey and lots of grated cheese were put into a pan and cooked for half an hour.

The result was excellent, not high cuisine, but tasty, hearty.

I do the music quiz, and win. While outside the cosmic dance brough Venus the Moon near to each other, and I go outside to take a shot or seven.

It was the weekend!