Wednesday 8th January 2025

This was the view when I threw open the drapes on Wednesday morning, a heavy frost, but light winds.

It looked cold. Heck, it felt cold.

So, with my commute literally moving from one seat at the dining room table t another, I had better get going if I wasn't to get caught up in the rush hour traffic at The Hanger Lane gyratory.

Pip pip.

That being said, it was mighty chilly in the house, so I turn up the thermostat on the heating, and the boiler fired into life.

After coffee, I start work and find that the three months jam-packed with activities that had been planned, seem now to have been slimmed down to a trip to Denmark in weeks 9 and ten, and a final design audit it week 11.

It means I have tome to chase existing open audit reports and remind folks that these are not going to go away.

I decide, between work activities, to make some bread. Its been a while, but mainly due to someone buying me some chocolate pieces in my Secret Santa gift, so rather than sprinkle on coffee, I would use instead of Nutella.

Dough made an kneaded by eight, I leave it a good two hours before beating down and placing it in a silicon loaf tin.

An hour later, and it was ready to go in the oven, so in it goes, and soon smells delicious.

As soon as its out of the oven nearly an hour later, I have a buttered crust and a single thick slice with the chocolate.

Delicious.

Another highlight was the delivery of an LP I had wanted for forty years. I saw someone with a cope on Bluesky, remember that I had the cassette version from when Colourbox released their first LP, which came with a limited edition remix LP initially.

A quick search last week had a copy in Bristol for under a tenner. I bought it, and that came just about three in the afternoon. But because Poppy is now sleeping in the living room, I can't go near the hi-fi without scaring her.

At the weekend, perhaps.

It is still cold at dusk, and Jools drives home in heavy sleet, though there's none in St Maggies. Dinner is sandwiches followed by Christmas cake, which being laced with madeira is boozy and tasty.

And there is football: Spurs v Liverpool, which Spurs wins.

Well.