Apparently.
Wednesdays is one of Jools's fitness things, so up at half six, drink coffee and be awake enough to take her through the rush hour traffic into town.
On the way back along the cliffs, I stop at the monuments to RAF Swingate that stand in the shadow on the two remaining radar towers, a reminder how quickly technology moved forward, from the sound mirrors on the thirties to the Castles in the Air of the Battle of Britain less than a decade later.
I come back home, have breakfast and then get the now cold Christmas cake out of the oven, feed it with more Madeira, wrap it twice in silver foil, and again in cling film before putting it away in a tin.
I check Scully's blood, before out again, this time back to Walmer for more bridge action.Eleven of us turned up at the host's house, two table set up, and off we went.
We chat a bit during play, but it seems not to be encouraged, so we play on.
There's a break at half ten for coffee and sugar free delicacies. Before another hour's play.
Phew.Two hours gone.
After her fitness class, Jools had gone by train to Faversham for a wander. I would collect her from Dover later.
So, back home for lunch, and then get cracking on Christmas Cake: The Sequel.
For some reason the second always comes out better. Maybe I am not so rushed, but beat the sugar and butter longer, add a bit more booze.
Whatever the reason, by the time half five comes round it has risen amazingly well, and smells delicious.Whilst the cake was baking, Jools called, so I went to Priory station to pick her up. And once back home, most stuff for the day was done.
Phew.
Jools had bought a small packet of chocolate digestives, which were perfect with a fresh cuppa half way through the afternoon.
We had a quick dinner of leftovers, steamed corn and creamed spinach, all eaten and packed away in time for the start of football at seven.
More Champions League on the wireless, but I watched Swansea beat Nottingham Forest in the League Cup.
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