Friday 3rd April 2026

Good Friday.

A public holiday. Apparently.

And being the first day after schools broke up, most of Britain headed to Dover to get out of the country. Its the busiest day of the year in the port, and due to roads being jammed, most Dovorians stay home rather than risk be caught in jams.

We don't go out.

Jools did have yoga, so was up and about at five, but I went back to sleep, and felt better for it.

So, when I cam down I did the bins, then made a coffee and checked on the world.

Sometimes I don't know what I do all day, but it takes all day sometimes to do it.

But this Good Friday, like every Good Friday, I am to make saffron buns.

Its an easy enough recipe, but after the first part in getting the dough mixed and kneaded, its a question of waiting around for the next step.

Once the dough is rising, we go to Jen's to see how she is. We're not playing cards now for reasons, so with being retired, the days and weeks slips by, so we have to remind ourselves to go round once a week.

Nothing much to report. The A2 was quiet, as traffic is routed along the A20, so we can get around.

Back home as it was time to beat down the dough then form them into buns for the second rise.

Being a holiday weekend, there was Football League games on Friday and again on Monday. And being an FA Cup weekend, there's no Prem on Saturday or Sunday either, so those days will be quiet, and so I will have lots of free time.

After an hour of rising, I put the buns in the oven, have a batch in each. The bottom oven bakes them fine, but not so good in the upper, so once the lower ones were done, take the others out and relace them in the lower oven.

All done.

Ten minutes to cool on a wire rack, then cut two open, smother with butter, and serve with fresh brews.

Lovely doesn't cover it.

Norwich were on the tellybox at three, playing Pompy. I settled down to watch, which is when Steve from next door came round carrying beer.

Did I want to share?

Yes, I would like.

So, we drank two of his Belgian tripe/quadruple and one of my smoked beers. The game passed in a blur.

Norwich took the lead and were playing OK, but never killed the game off, and an own goal gave them a share of the points, so any faint hopes we had of making the play-offs died.

Once Steve goes back next door, we have cheese and crackers for supper. And another beer.

And although I tried to stay awake for the late game, I couldn't, so went to bed with Coventry leading 1-0.

So it goes.