Friday 7th February 2025

Life is getting back to normal, although Jools skipped yoga, obviously, but her shoulder is getting better each day now.

Which is good news.

I set the alarm to make sure I was up in time to do the bins and all the faff before work, but lay in bed for twenty minutes listening to the wind and rain outside.

Jools had fed the cats, coffee was made, and once the bins and other rubbish put outside, on with work.

As usual, there is the usual swarm of meetings, as I try to catch up on past reports and statuses.

A mix of good and bed news, really.

Jools was dressed and drove to Samphire Hoe for a walk, so to be out of my hair for a couple of hours. By the time she came back I was wrapping up the last meeting, one last phone call and that was that.

Smashed it.

We have a pasty for lunch, then drove to Jen's for the first card session since before Christmas.

It was good to get playing again and catch up on news from John, though that was tempered by the fact he scooped the jackpot just as dusk fell and he needed to get home.

In out kitty with only have a few coppers left. We only play for pennies, but it nice to win occasionally.

Back home to make fritters for dinner and to have them cooked and eaten before the start of the quiz at six.

I don't do well, but again, good to catch up with friends.

Then there was Man Utd on the tellybox, playing bad as usual, but scoring n the last minute to beat Leicester.