Sunday 29th March 2026

Sunday.

And although there was great temptation to skip the gym, something my knees were quite keen on, I set the alarm for six.

I say set the alarm for six, but because of the start of Summer Time, it was really five, so I woke bleary eyed, and went down to feed the cats and make drinks.

Makes a change for me to do it.

We left at ten to seven, arriving just after the doors were opened, and there was perhaps just a dozen cars in the car park, and upstairs in the gym, just two others getting ready to do phys.

The sun had just risen, and we were greeted by a fine, bright sunrise as we walked to the entrance.

I listen to Harry Hill interviewing Dr John Cooper Clark, and it was funny, but Hill does try a tad too hard to be whacky. Its enjoyable though, and made time fly by, so that I was done at ten to eight.

We go home via the petrol station. I fill up lest the prices go up any higher, and get some milk for brews.

Back home for half eight, on with the kettle for brews and breakfast.

The day stretched out before us like a long stretchy thing. Normally we would have gone orchiding. But I had bought a shoulder of lamb, invited Jen for lunch. So there was much preparation to do. A little prep to do.

And have a shave and shower.

Potatoes were peeled, Yorkshire pudding batter mixed and put in the fridge. Meat was seasoned and left to warm t room temperature.

I begin cooking at just gone midday, and an hour later Jools goes to pick up Jen, so to be here when dinner was ready.

I had bought a bag of spring greens, though had never cooked them before. Recipes seemed to suggest wilting the shredded leaves in butter for five minutes. Which I did, but wasn't impressed by the results.

The rest was a triumph, it goes without saying. And we sat down at two for a feast. And wine.

And best of all, Jools and Jen wash up, while I try to stay awake on the sofa. Sadly, there was no football. At all.

Jen left, and looking at our watches we see if was quarter past five, and yet the cats slept on. I woke Scully an hour later for her dinner and test her bloods.

By which point it was half six.

Later there was #WildflowerHour, blogs to write, photos to post and the suchlike, before bed at nine.

It was dark.