Wednesday 11th November 2026

Rain.

And lots of it.

There would be no going out for the day.

I mean we could, there is the pictures, but see yesterday's post, I really don't do movies or dramas any more.

Wednesday means no phys and a potential lay in. I do hear Jools get up, but go back to bed and snooze for another hour.

Cleo jumps on the bed and wants attention. And lots of it. And NOW!

Its always on her terms, but that's cats all over I guess.

The highlight of the day was to snap a railtour, being hauled by a locomotive I had not seen since 2008 at the Bluebell Railway. Since then its been rebuilt, and returned to the main line.

Sadly, there was a fatality involving the Eddystone in the London area, and so the tour was cancelled, as the crew were shocked by what happened.

Meaning, when Jools returned from her class and knit and natter, there would be no rush to go out.

Instead I peeled potatoes and let the sit in water for an hour before boiling almost to destruction. And at midday put in hot duck fat in the over, basted, for roasting.

Vegetables were prepared and steamed, and two small individual pies were put in the oven.

We ate at quarter to two, and it was delicious, and washed down by pink fizz.

Which meant we were not going out for the rest of the day.

In the garden, magpies have worked out how to get to the fat block in the hedge, so are ripping lumps out of that, while the fat old wood pigeons look on.

Not much else happened through the afternoon, just listened to pods, while Jools knitted upstairs, making a change from beading.

Darkness came early, before five. So the cats were fed and Scully tested and jabbed.

That was followed by more lower league cup football, Sheffield Wednesday v Accrington, and by the time I bailed on the hour, the away team were two to the good.