Friday 12th December 2025

I am home alone until Saturday afternoon, so all the tasks Jools dies early in the morning, I have to do.

But no chance in forgetting to feed the cats, as once I am awake and put the bedroom light on, Mulder is up meowing loudly.

He follows me to the bathroom, meowing all the way. Just so I don't forget.

I check Scully, inject her with insulin and then feed here, then Mulder, then Poppy and Cleo.

Then while they eat, I can put the kettle on to boil water for the mocha pot, so I can make a fresh cup of coffee.

This is now my only coffee of the day, which is something worth getting up for. Even if I had to make it this morning.

Then to the bins: empty the ones in the house, transfer the trash to the bins outside, then put them at the top of the drive.

And when that was done, off to tesco for some hunter/gathering, so we don't have to do it until well into next week.

Tesco is wonderfully empty at half six in the morning, and the shelves full, so am able to get some nice rolls for lunch.

And back home before rush hour starts, so I can reverse down the drive, unload the car and put the stash away, before boiling the kettle for a brew and have a bowl of cereal for breakfast.

It was a very dull and cool day, not a day for doing much in. I had no churches I needed to visit, so was happy enough procrastinating all day.

I do make a batch of creamed spinach before the leaves degraded into a green mush. So steam the leaves so they are a different kind of green mush. Fry a chopped onion in butter, add plain flour to make a roux, then add the milk and cook until it thickens. Add cheese, wholegrain mustard and chopped spinach.

Done.

Lunch was corned beef and onion rolls with lots of salt and vinegar crisps, which went down well.

I went out fr a quick walk, just up Station Road to snap the plants in flower, and so was delighted to find a rare white Red deadnettle, something I have only seen once before.

I sat with Scully through the afternoon watching a program about the fall of the Egyptian Empire, then Bangers and Cash.

And the day was nearly done.

I am called by Danny Baker to regale a tail about a trip to eastern Hungary back in 1993, where I rode in a Trabant and was invited to play the new rage there, Bingo.

Instead I watched and drank cheap local beer.

Dinner was pizza and German bier, which was wonderful. I mess up the music quiz, but its the taking part.

And then there was football, which was too dull to watch the second half, so missed WBA's two goals.

So it goes, so it goes.