Friday 20th March 2026

We reached Friday, 364 days since my last day at work.

Time has flown.

The spring and summer and then first part of the weekend was easy, going out lots. But once the clocks went back, the long dark evenings dragged, but with our hobbies and interests. And the gym, time went quick, and any thoughts of needing to return to work was banished.

After two busy days out and about, Friday was to be a quiet one, with Jools out at Yoga and the library all morning. And on top of that, two tip runs.

While I stayed home and did stuff.

In the garden the cowslips are coming into the flower, and the pasqueflowers will be next. It was a wonderfully warm morning, warm enough to sit in the various places in the garden as Sol travelled across the sky.

Scully and Cleo joined me down at the bottom patio under the shelter. Cleo being contrary, demanded strokes and cuddles as she rubbed against my legs. Most of the time in the house, I can't get near her.

Cats.

Jools was due home at two, so lunch at half past of homemade buttermilk chicken, steamed vegetables, creamed spinach and Spanish rice.

That went down well.

Then came an hour or two of more relaxing, washing up until it was time for the music quiz, which I again had a mindblank on, so failed to guess Everything Must Go.

As its the last weekend before the international break, there was Prem football in the evening: Bournemouth v Man Utd, which ended a 2-2 draw, and was entertaining.

Which is about all I can ask.