That being said, it some getting up, and as Jools had a swimming session booked, she left me in bed with Cleo, then me struggling with gravity as I peeled myself out of bed.
Once up, I wanted, nay, needed coffee, so went down to make it, and amazingly, it came out perfect, a perfect balance of caffeine and sweetness.
I checked on the world, it was pretty messed up, though would get worse if you name was Andrew and it was your birthday.
Ahem.
It was another dreary day, low cloud and steady drizzle. I failed to take a shot of the day until I had a beer in the evening.
After ten, we drove over to Sandwich Bay to drop off some books on North American birds, butterflies and flowers, as as long as Trump is in power, I don't think we'll be heading back any time soon.
Guys were repairing pot holes in the track leading to the observatory.
There was no one there I knew, so I left the books, filled in a form, and bought some chocolate, and we left.
Back along the partially flooded roads to Whitfield to pick up a new cat basket we had ordered, as in a week the moggies will be going to kitty prison as we jet off for sunshine and orchids.
Finally, we went to see Jen, as cards seems to have died a death, so we had a brew while we talked, before we said goodbye and we came home so I could peel some potatoes for hash later.
The wind and rain continued, so we did little other than stare out the windows, then I prepared the hash and cooked it, so come two, we sat down to a Spanish feast.
Lovely.I had another small migraine, but nothing to worry about, outside the day faded. And inside Jools watched more of A Handmaidens Tale, which I have no interest in.
No footy on the tellybox, so early to bed, as for a change, I would be physing it on a Friday morning. And we would have to do the bins.
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