And it's Friday.
Again.
Somehow.
The weeks and months rattle by, its nearly December and Christmas.
As its not a phys day, I don't set the alarm, so fall back to sleep at least three times after Jools got up at five.
I convince myself it must be nearly seven, but my phone tells me its three minutes to six.
I get up.
Jools leaves for yoga, having washed up, tested, jabbed and fed Scully, fed the other cats, made a tea, out out the bins and got ready to go out.
She leaves as I walk down the stairs, so boil the kettle for coffee.
Outside its a fine if cold morning, though no frost. I was going to go for a walk, but don't.
I wait for Jools to come home for breakfast, which I do, and Jools says that she's hungry. We had bacon, we had rolls.
So I combine the two after grilling the bacon and make butties and brews.
I wash up, and Jools goes out again to the library for her craft and gossip morning. Coffee is also drunk and biscuits also dunked and eaten.
I collect the bins and check on Scully, then give her half a pack of food.
Someone on Jools's group has no heating, we have a spare electric blanket, so I am tasked in finding it, then taking it up to the library.
Which I do.Which also means I can take Jools back home before the unforecasted rain sweeps in later.
The couple without the heating come round for the afternoon, so to be in the warm, and to chat. Though the husband, John, talks at me, Jools and his wife. And is not really interested in much what I say.
They stay ninety minutes, then leave as their plumber was due. And peace returned to Chez Jelltex.
Darkness fell, rain swept in, so we closed the curtains early to shut the world out.I try to win the quiz, so guess early and get it wrong. Oh well, a new round starts next week.
And there was football for the evening: Oxford, who Norwich failed to beat were playing host to Ipswich. And in a turn up, Oxford win 2-1 with the winner being scored by an ex Norwich player.
Of course.
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