Wednesday 4th November 2026

My last few hours home alone, before Jools returns.

And somehow I manage to lay in to half six, meaning I had missed Scully's blood test by 90 minutes.

I leap up and sort her out, then feed then all and make coffee.

I had chores to run, once the morning rush hour died down.

You may recall that the main road into the village is closed, so not sure if the extra heavy and prolonged traffic on the Deal road was connected, but the jams to the Duke of York's didn't die down until after nine.

First task was to have a hair cut, now for reasons I was in a hurry, so used the main car park behind the church, paid two quid to park, then set out to find which barber had no line.

Past St Mary's which had its knitted poppy display up, so snapped that before walking on towards the town hall.

I found one up by Boots, so went straight into the chair and in twenty minutes was shorn.

Back to the car, then up to Tesco for some final bits and pieces, before going back to have breakfast and prepare for the task I won't talk about here, for now.

I have a shower and shave, so look all presentable, and with the house looking clean and tidy, I had a brew, filled up the feeders, and settled down with Scully as the new WSC had been delivered.

As had our new calendar, which looks pretty good, but suffers with less tigers than the 2026 version.

Jools left early, so was on her way home. I got a message to say she was at Folkestone just before one, so I had time to go and collect her from Priory station before the event.

We had a brew, finished up the shortbread fingers, and once my task was completed, I cooked dinner: steak and ale pie, roast potatoes, steamed vegetables and gravy.

A proper filly meal with pink fizz and lots of fibre. Lovely.

The cats were happy Jools was home. Mulder especially.

So, normality returned to Chez Jelltex, and football returned to the radio.