Monday 12th January 2016

Welcome to the unworking week.

Yes, it was Monday, and nothing planned, though Jools was out and about, going to aquafit and ten swimming and then fixing more on Jen's phone.

I wish I could say I achieved more than getting up and putting my trousers on, but that was about if for my achievements that day.

Outside the weather had indeed changed, winds now swept in from the west, leaden with moisture, which tippled down on St Maggies.

I could have laid in all morning, but instead of my stupid brain waking me up, it was my stupid bladder.

As I was up I may as well get dressed, before Cleo pinned me to the bed.

I cleaned out the feeders as the rain had started the seeds to rot, and so the birds had been ignoring the feeder.

Then breakfast, and begin the preparation for lunch/dinner.

I peeled potatoes, let them soak.

We eat the main meal middle of the afternoon now, so we only eat twice, and so on Monday it was steak and ale pie, roast potatoes, vegetables and gravy.

I tell Jools we shall eat at three, so she leaves, and through the morning the potatoes were boiled and drained, then left to dry.

I have found a channel on YouTube that has old John Peel shows on it, so have spent the last four days listening to the Festive Fifties of 1985, 1984 and now 1983.

Like I was eighteen again!

Time slides.

The potatoes were put in hot fat at half one, then basted every half hour so they were perfect at three. The pies in at half two, same with the vegetables put on to steam. Finally swede boiled and mashed with butter and pepper added.

We ate at three, Jools got back in time and had fixed most of the issues with Jen's phone.

And then when we had eaten, we lazed around for half an hour before we wash up.

Then feed the cats, make a brew and its nearly time for bed again.

Liverpool v Barnsley on the radio, which was close until the last five minutes.

Oh well.

Time for bed.

Boing!