Thursday 25th September 2025

Urgh.

I slept in until ten to eight.

Jools had already gone out for a walk, so I was alone in the house.

And I would have to make my own coffee.

That I did, then texted Jools that I was up, but washed out.

We had a few things from Tesco that needed getting, and Jen rang to say she was having trouble with completing the ESTA for her forthcoming trip to Florida. Would I go round to help?

I would.

Off to Tesco to get the missing ingredients for taco: soured cream, before going to Jen's where she was fed up with modern technology.

Every time I go to the system, she says, it asks for a number: they've never given me a number.

Do you have any mails from US Immigration? She opened her mail app, and the first mail had, on the second line, her application number and instructions that should be used for completing her application.

I copied and pasted that into the field, then added the rest of the data, clicked submit, and the process moved on the step 4 of seven.

So, over the next half an hour, each step was completed, the fee paid, and I finally clicked the send button and off the application went.

Back home then for brunch of burgers and squash. Nether of us had had breakfast, and I had picked up some short life patties in the store.

Once lunch as cooked and eaten, I went into town for a haircut.

It seems in most towns now 50% of the shops are barbers, as its the one thing you can't get done on the internet. So, I chose the one with no queue, just had to wait for one of the chairs to be emptied, then it was my turn.

I was in the chair for 45 minutes. I had the haircut, ears singed, hairs from my ears shaved, eyebrows done, and finally a scented hot towel pressed to my face and my shoulders massaged.

I felt and smelt lovely.

It cost all of fifteen of your English pounds.

Amazing.

Back to the car and back home for an afternoon of watching Tum Dunn's series on Railway Architecture which is now available on the BBC, Scully lay sleeping beside me, and Jools did crochet on Scully's other side.

You know, I have no idea what we had for dinner. Oh yes I can! Fajitas, made with chicken thighs and served with last week's salsa. And soured cream, in flat breads.

Yummy.

We both had sour fruity beer to wash the food down with, and it was pretty darn good even I say so myself.

I had to sit up until half eleven after Scully's reading before her injection was low, and so I had to make sure that it didn't drop below 5 until she reached the nadir at +6 hours.

That happened at half eleven, and I was dog, or is that cat, tired.