As the guy went up in the bucket, Poppy, having been woken by him drilling in the wall of the house, supervised from the middle of the living room.
All went well, other than BT had not connected the box on the pole, so the signal couldn't be tested, though a work order was raised to fix that before 9th October when its all due to go live.Before then there was, well, not much.
Up at half five, drinking coffee and waiting for dawn to break. It's still dark until just before six, then sunrise at seven, if its not cloudy, so we need to have lights on first thing.
Jools went to her class at half seven, leaving me and the cats to the house.There are podcasts, stuff on YouTube to entertain me, breakfast to eat, tea to drink. And in that way the morning slips by.
How I ever squeezed work in to my packed days is a mystery.
Jools gets pasties for lunch, bought on her way home from a new knitting group she has joined, also calling in for some sour cream due to the spicy chilli I made the other day, just in case it needed cooling down.
Rain fell for most of the day, on and off, getting more persistent as the day grew old, turning late afternoon into night just after five.The cats complained, but accepted dinner.
We had the chilli, not as hot as expected, but the new coffee nitro stout I opened to go with it was perfect.
No football for the evening, so we went to bed at eight, and asleep soon after.
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