The week is flying past, and we have loads to do.
But first there is always the gym.
Truth be told, our hearts weren't in it, and we were late up, late feeding the cats and late finishing our coffees. But out of the house just before six, at the sports centre at ten past, then up to the gym finding both bikes, free, we got on and started to peddle. Me listening to podcasts, and Jools watching more of The Handmaiden's Tale.
Being a warm morning, we were soon glowing well, and it would have been easy to bail. We looked at each other a couple of times to see if either of us would, but we kept on going.And once we were done, wiped the machines down, and we were walking back to the car, passing people just arriving, we are always smug to think we had ours in the bag.
We called into B&Q for some earplugs in case it was noisy at the hotel, then back home for a brew, fill the feeders and have a brew.
The day was cloudy, and the breeze had picked up, so that it felt colder than it was, certainly colder than the glorious spring day we had on Wednesday, when I saw my first two butterflies of the season: a Brimstone and a Peacock.
We dismantled the cube from the bathroom, then took the pieces to the tip. The bits only just fitted the car, and the shelves were just about resting on the rear screen, meaning acceleration had to be slow, as well as braking so it didn't fly through the windscreen.
That done it was back home, and the rest of the day was ours.We had toasted hot cross buns for lunch, so I could cook breaded cod, dahl and sprouts cooked in guanciale fat for supper later.
Scully and I watched TV, She was very happy with that, softly snoring all afternoon, but happy when I got up that meant it might be dinner time.
No football on TV for the evening, so early to bed, all ready for the big day in the morning.
Work starts on the new bathroom, with Craig coming round to rip the old one out, so I went round to take shots of how it is. And when we come back, there'll be a new one in its place.
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