I think I have fifteen or sixteen beers for the twelve beers of Christmas this year.Being a Thursday, the day started off with coffee then to the sports centre where I rode along the waterfront in San Francisco.
Jools went swimming, so that when I finished, I nipped to Tesco for some essentials, then back to pick Jools up and be home for half seven, before the school run started.Phew.
This was the day that we had tickets for a light show at Hyde Hall in the evening. And due to Scully's diabetes, we decided Jools should go and me stay to measure her sugars, rather than put that responsibility on anyone else, even if we could find someone who would do it.
Also meant that the planned visit to Mundon church would be put off until the new year.Oh well.
That and I was expecting a delivery of beer in the afternoon.
Jools left shortly after ten, as she was going to Bluewater (shudder) before crossing the Thames into Essex.
Despite lower readings, Scully was demanding food, pretty much all day. Which we think is habit rather than actually being hungry.
It is hard to ignore, however.
I watch some crap TV during the afternoon, sitting beside Scully after her midday snack, and that settled her down for a few hours.
So, we sat on the sofa until it began to grow dark, and the delivery arrived, so I had to find a place to store it. Luckily we had empty cupboards in the utility room.
Jools was away until the evening, as the gardens didn't open until five, so I made myself a small dinner, opened a bottle of Plum Porter and listened to a history podcast as I ate.The cats were fed, and again Scully wasn't satisfied with two dinners, and only did settle after a check on her sugars at nine and another half packet of food.
By that time, Jools was home, so she ate supper before going to bed. And me followed soon after, as the football was just average. Well, it wasn't, but I was a tired bear.
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