I set my alarm, which means it was a gym day. Even if I did fall back asleep, we were pulling up at the sports centre in Whitfield just after nine, having already red the cats, tested and jabbed Scully and downed the only coffee of the day.
My bike was free, so I set it all up and cycled along the southern coast of France, up and down hills with cliffs on my left hand side.
All the while my phone played music I had bought nearly 19 years ago when I used to sail the seven seas. Or some of them.
Odd to hear your taste in music: I had apparently just heard the Velvet Underground, so there's their first Album and Chelsea Girl by Nice. Neither of which have the beat for a work out.
Back home just after nine for breakfast and a brew.
A brew is almost always tea for me and decaf coffee for Jools. I only drink coffee once a day now, at breakfast, unless I make some kind of fabulous tart that just demands coffee.
We test Scully.
Again.
Jools headed into town, I stayed here to sit with Scully and keep and eye on her, as well as the birds in the garden.
Once Jools got back, we got the frozen sloes out of the freezer, washed the demijohns and began to put the sloes in until it was 60% full, top up with two litres of gin, 500g of sugar, then repeat for the second one.
There'll be no shortage of sloe gin this year.The afternoon was filled with sunshine and showers, music and video from YouTube, and the making of brews, so whilst waiting for the kettle to boil I agitate the glow gin to turn the gin at first pink when the fruit began to melt, but eventually burgundy as the juices really began to flow.
As the day faded, a bright double rainbow appeared for a few minutes, giving warning of approaching rain from the west.
As it were.The last night for a while with no football. Jools watched her TV show, The Man in the High Castle, while I prepared for Heritage weekend.
The wind was howling at half eight when we went upstairs, the curtain fluttered and the half full moon soon rose.
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