Archive for December, 2020

Deepest winter

Thursday, December 31st, 2020

Deep frost out there this morning. Picturesque and satisfying. Footprints on the lawn where someone took shortcuts to or from the shed last night. A slow start to the day. There is no rush.

Our tree is not long for this lounge. It has shed its needles more quickly this year for some reason. Symptomatic of the whole of 2020 perhaps. 

Although we knew about the virus at the beginning of this year it didn’t inform our travel plans early on. In February we flew to San Francisco for the NANOG conference. I was a NANOG virgin amazingly, at the age of 58. We arrived a few days before the main cohort and spent a couple of nights in a signature suite at the Fairmont on top of Nob Hill. Fantastic room and views although the hotel is a little faded.

Moved down the hill for the conference and then drove down the Pacific Coast Highway taking 4 days to reach Venice via Santa Cruz, somewhere near Hearst Castle and Santa Barbara. Far more relaxing than doing it in one long hike like we did when we took the kids. On to Palm Springs and then Vegas through the desert. That was a terrific drive.

Looking back it felt as if we were just keeping ahead of the spreading of the virus. Two weeks later and we were locked down. A totally memorable trip in great contrast to the rest of 2020.

Now that we are locked down again, albeit with a vaccine showing a glimmer of light at the end of the tunnel, it feels as if a change would be appropriate moving into 2021. The kids will have all gone back to their lives away from home and peace will return once more to Wragby Road. It’s not that we don’t like having them back but we also like the pre-kid freedom of the early days of our relationship.

The shed is a perfect place to exist in a lockdown. Good communications with the rest of the world yet nicely isolated. 

Walked down to the new bypass with Hannah. My idea was to count the lorries on it. In theory it is meant to take up to 25% of the traffic away from our road. Not the best day to do the monitoring. Only saw 2 lorries go down it in 10 minutes plus one that turned off to go to Wragby and away from our house. It’s a very nice bypass anyway.

-ve result +ve news

Wednesday, December 30th, 2020

At 9 minutes past nine last night the email came through with dad’s covid19 test result. Negative yay. We knew it would be negative but we needed the result to show the care home in Cardiff before they would take him in. He will be far better off somewhere with someone on call 24 x 7. He is 86 and has Parkinsons.

For us it has been an exhausting 6 weeks or so. Sleep patterns were back to the days of small children. Dad was in the room below us and I could hear every movement. The other night I thought I heard him call out my name but when I went down he was fast asleep. Last night the TV came on loudly at 2am. I had to go and negotiate the switching off.

It’s been a privilege having him here. He is after all my dad and if nothing else it is Christmas. However it has been tough going, even with carer’s coming in to help him get up in the morning and then to help him get ready for bed at night. Just taking him to watch sport in the shed was an expedition in itself. Too slippery for him to walk so it was a wheelchair job which entailed putting on coats and taking him out the front door, around the side of the house and across the lawn.

Dad is now quite excited at the prospect of going back to Cardiff. I told him the test result at 2am and he seemed happy with it. In fact when carer Jayne arrived we found that he was already up and dressed. Bear in mind it can take him over an hour to do this himself. Parkinsons has made him very weak. 

The place he is going to has a hairdressing salon, a small cinema, bar and restaurant with chef. Also a chauffeur to take him on local trips. My sister Sue lives 8 minutes walk away (more like 3 hours walk if you are dad). It will give him some independence back which is somewhat ironic considering that people of his age see moving to a care home as losing their independence.

I have total respect for people who serve as full time carers for their parents, whatever their age. Also total sympathy. Their lives are not their own really. We have been fortunate in knowing that it was only for 6 weeks, or at least subject to the covid test results coming back in a timely manner (not) which certainly kept the pressure on. Had the result come back positive the cat would truly have been amongst the pigeons. Was an unlikely outcome mind you.

Dad is not the only one departing the Davies house today. I’m taking John back to his garret in Birmingham where he is at University. It’s another dash for independence. Away from the parental gaze. Half way through his final year. It’s been a crappy year for him. John is a DJ and had a blossoming paid gigging scene in Brum. Covid has stymied that. Once the sh!£$how is over he will rise again.

The whole family has been affected one way or another really. Just I’m sure like every other person in the UK. Hopefully getting the Christmas Holidays out of the way will let us focus on getting back to normality, however long that takes.

Mind you not everyone will have made it to 2021 and my thoughts are with them. It’s a private thing. You don’t need any names. I’m sure most of us know at least one covid casualty. No matter what you think of Bojo and his (pri)mates we do have to look after ourselves and our friends to get through this.

Just 2 days left of 2020 to endure. Stick with it 😉 In the meantime it’s a beer from the fridge in the kitchen and not from the pub. Ciao.

Back from an afternoon trip to Brum to drop John off. A tedious drive with the various covid announcements on the radio – cranking up lockdown to more of the country. I found out about Lincolnshire when the Lincoln Golf Centre rang me to ask if I still needed the tee reservation for New Year’s Eve and explained we were now in Tier 4 so rules applied. I had to come clean and tell them they had the date wrong on their system and we had already played on Christmas Eve!

Anyways what I really wanted to talk about was the full moon visible when driving home. I first noticed it when driving around Leicster. It was very artistic with wisps of cloud covering parts of it so that you couldn’t see that it was a full circle. Then I approached a pedestrian bridge and a man walking his dog was perfectly silhouetted in front of the moon. I was very disappointed not to be able to take a photo. Even had I had someone with me in the car it probably wouldn’t have come out very well.

By the time I got back to Lincoln the moon was fully visible, the clouds having parted like celestial curtains. That’ all folks. I’m home now.

Dream Factory

Tuesday, December 29th, 2020

Watching Calamity Jane. iPlayer. Whip cracking stuff. In the shed on my tod. With a bottle of beer. Or two. The kids have pointed out that some of the stuff I have been watching over Christmas seems at best sexist. Old movies from the 50s and 60s. Pretty dated but they are the films of my youth. Calamity Jane is giving me a good feel. Hugely not politically correct really what with killin injuns and all that. This Christmas we need good feelings more than ever before. I haven’t watched any contemporary TV. Zero interest. Hadn’t realised how many famous songs came out of this movie. It’s just finishing and I’m feeling good. We need more of this 🙂 Hollywood dream factory.

Frost on the ground in the shire

Monday, December 28th, 2020

Frost on the ground in the shire. Warm enough in the shed. One or two winters ago we were without central heating and relied on the open fire plus fan heaters. The shed was then the warmest place on the estate.

Have settled dad down in front of the BBC news and now getting my brain in gear for a session on Anne’s Vans. Playing some 70s Rock Anthems. Moved on from The Messiah and other seasonal entertainments.

Dad was meant to be Cardiff bound today but we are waiting on the covid test results. Lead time went up from 3 to 5 days after we had him tested. Ty Llandaff is ready to take him in. This is dad’s 6th week with us. 

I am quite looking forward to the relative peace of a mostly offspring and parent free house. I say mostly. Hannah is currently planning to sit out the London Tier 4 lockdown with us. She came home before it all happened when London was a lowly Tier 2. For her the shed is a much better working environment than her small top floor flat in Canonbury although it is something I have to get used to as she spends much of her day on calls and in meetings. See how it goes. 

We still have plenty of Quality Street, crisps and other such junk. I have had my fill. I look forward to a period of monastic austerity. Mind you had the monks of medieval times known about cheese and onion crisp sandwiches they would have insisted they were part of their regime.

There are jobs I need to do over the remaining week (maybe two, I haven’t decided) of the holidays:

  1. New light fitting for shed
  2. Put in place the fence posts and wire for developing the cooking apple espalier. The materials have been procured

Come to think of it that’s it. I dare say new ones will appear as we steam towards 2021.

Tomorrow a game of golf with the lads is planned. Wednesday I have booked lane swimming. Let’s hope we stay out of Tier 4. 

We need to go into 2021 feeling that there are grounds for optimism. The seeds are there but it is too early to call. Need to see a  wider vaccine rollout and the gradual reopening of society. I don’t consider anything brexshit related as grounds for optimism. I’m just letting the people who got us here get on with it.

My plans for 2021 include:

  1. Attend wedding in Sligo
  2. Travel to Rome to stay at the Cavalieri and watch Wales beat Italy at football
  3. Take in at least one trip to the Isle of Man
  4. England v Pakistan at Sophia gardens – I am a member of Glamorgan CCC
  5. Top off the summer with a highly successful Beyond The Woods Festival

Obvs all this depends on the world returning to a semblance of normality.  We want to look back at 2020 and consign it to the waste bin. It will make it to the history books regardless. We should attempt to gain some learnings or benefit from it. Not totally sure at this point what these might be. The benefit of hindsight is required and we are still at this time too close to the action to be able to take a step back and see.

Sat here in the shed I am fairly well isolated from the goings on in the house. Only issue is I quite fancy a cup of tea for which I would have to reenter the house or at least make some form of communication with those inside. At this time I’m favouring the time to myself rather than the refreshment.

Rewind I have just been called into the house as we are about to open the Christmas presents my sister Sue brought up from Cardiff. She is taking dad back with here one the test results come through. Christmas can come twice you know. In fact it can come as often as you like.


In the bleak midwinter…

Thursday, December 24th, 2020

I buy the midwinter bit as it is totally dark out at 16.09 but when we say bleak it makes me think snow and freezing with maybe a wind howling across the open spaces between the back of the cottage and the forest beyond. Honest folk are sat around the hearth with only a couple of candles to accompany the dancing glow of the wood fire.

Reality is constant perpendicular rain and a flooded path between the shed and the house. The vertical rain bit relates to the relative lack of wind. It’s just a straight up dank day.

This is the time of the midwinter festival. In my 59 years on the planet the real winter hasn’t rocked up until January and February. I watched a repeat on iPlayer last night. A documentary on Medieval Christmas where all 12 nights involved a celebration, for those who could afford it. Not sure how they kept the pace up. 

I am cosy enough on this day. The two others in the shed are sat there quietly doing their thing.

The biggest question of the day

Wednesday, December 23rd, 2020

There may be a lot of bad karma flying around right now but sometimes you have to stay focussed on the important things in life. Does Santa prefer whisky or brandy? It isn’t a question of whether some other beverage needs to be included in the list. It’s either whisky or brandy.

I can understand that some parents might not want to introduce their younger offspring to the concept that Father Christmas may be partial to a drop or two, not totally squeaky clean so to speak, and to persuade them that milk is an appropriate and wholesome drink to offer someone who at the end of the day (when all is said and done) is working a long shift.

It may be that he doesn’t care whether it is whisky or brandy in which place there is no way forward for this discussion. One relevant line of debate could relate to the quality of the spirit on offer. After all we know Santa doesn’t really drink it. It’s the parent wot leaves it out who knocks it back once the kids are safely tucked in and in the land of nod. On that basis it makes sense to leave the good stuff out. After all if Santa really did drink it he would very quickly become so pissed he would stop caring about the quality.

Rudolf and the gang must be quite used to carting a totally senseless Santa around the skies. Maybe it’s the elves that actually climb down the chimney and do the biz. It’s certainly not a one man job. I know this from experience as it took me and my dad to assemble the trampoline in the back garden all those years ago. 

The concealment of said substantial piece of garden furniture took some organisation. On Christmas Eve Anne took them off out somewhere for the afternoon whilst the trampo came together and upon their return it was soon dark, a fortunate deep mid winter feature of the latitude at which we live.

Anyway I’m a brandy man although I don’t have any particularly good stuff in the cupboard. It’s v expensive and doesn’t last very long for some reason 😉

Now only two days to go and time to get really focussed on Christmas. I must say that our tree, which is a good shaped piece of wood is fast losing its needles. I’m wondering whether this is because we have the heating on a lot more due to having my dad staying with us although the living room where it resides doesn’t seem to be inordinately hot. Did I not put enough water in the base? I dunno. I think it will just about last.

Most of the Christmas prep is done. I will need to check the veg sitch today. Just one more trip to Waitrose and then maybe another tomorrow to get the bread. I also have a bit of work to get out of the way sometime today. A frame agreement with one of our biggest customers. Oh and also dad’s tax submission, Urgh. 

Tomorrow morning it’s golf with my sons Tom, Joe and John. Just a bit of fun around the 9 holes at Whisby. Nothing too serious. Back home by lunchtime and then get in the zone. Maybe prep the parsnips in parmesan cheese. A few other bits like that. I need to dig up the parsnips which I’ll do today. The last crop of the year. Might even find the odd remaining carrot in the raised beds. Exciting eh?

Then as afternoon eases into evening I listen to 9 lessons and carols. It’s the right thing to do. This year in the absence of a pub to go to we are gathering for drinks in the shed early doors. Then it’s a Swiss cheese fondue followed by carol singing around the fire in the front room. Hannah has brought her flute, Joe will be on piano and horn and John on sax. The timing for the evening is somewhat governed by the carer arriving at 19.30 to get dad ready for the bed. He won’t want to miss out on any of it. Maybe we do the carol singing tonight. V shall c.

We have our traditions at this time of year. Not all of them we will adhere to in 2020. As I write it makes me wonder what others do around the world? What will the staff at the Venice Beach Hotel where we stayed in February be doing on Christmas Eve? Is it a big thing in LA? The hotel is probably closed and the staff holed up at home with no cash to celebrate anything. Tough times.

On a totally different note they got the Lincoln Eastern Bypass open in time for Christmas. It was supposed to take perhaps 20% of the traffic off the road in front of our house. This is clearly a good thing but I have no sense as to whether this has actually happened. The combination of covid lockdown and the time of year where most people are probably already on holiday means the traffic is lower than normal anyway. Also most of the lorries are probably stuck in a queue outside Dover due to the French having closed their borders with the UK. Fair play.

Anyway it’s 6.30am and I have to go and make the tea. Oh and the right answer must surely be brandy. Remy Martin XO as a minimum 🙂

Thoughts on 2020

Tuesday, December 22nd, 2020

Sat here in the shed my immediate thought is that I need a haircut. What again do I hear you say? You had one in the summer and it is only Christmas. Yes yes I know but I need a hair cut. I also need a shave, some exercise and to cut down on eating junk and drinking beer, wine and gin.

I’m probably not alone.

I want to do most of the above, the exception being the drinking bit. We have a lot of catching up to do in the pub and there is a time and place for that particular strand of abstinence. We need an out and out pissup. Not a remote virtual job over zoom. One where people crack crap jokes and everyone laughs even though the joke is probably not funny. One where you lose track of how many pints you have had or what is sensible or even whose round it is.

Then we go for a ruby. And get a taxi home even though it is eminently walkable.

Snorrapnin. We have forgotten what it was like to live a normal life doing normal things. It’s almost as if we are each in our own spaceship on a long journey to distant galaxy and have only ourselves to talk to. Ok there are screens everywhere and you can easily communicate with distant friends and relations but it ain’t the same.

We are having to adjust to the changing coronavirus landscape. My sister Sue is no longer coming up to Lincoln for Christmas. Cardiff is in Tier 4. She will now be on her own for Christmas. It’s the same story all over the shop. We are all effectively in lockdown again. Ok the barber is open as is the pool but not really had the chance to use the latter due to a combination of busy with work and busy sorting out dad.

There is no point in my discussing 2020, the year that never was. At least we got our Californian holiday in February. That potentially marks the high point of our travel adventures with no real visibility of any more to come and a distinct feeling that habits are going to change in future. 

It’s later and I am back in the shed for our annual Capacity Yorkshire pub crawl. Except it ain’t happening this year so we are doing a short online few beers on the date we would have been wandering around the public houses of York. It’s been an institution in recent years. To qualify you have to be a northerner (ish) and run the internet.

For me the brightest bit of news this year, if you can forgive the pun, is the conjunction of Jupiter and Saturn which happens tonight. Not sure I ever previously gave the word conjunction any consideration especially in celestial terms and I’m not about to dwell on it now but I thought it worth a mention 🙂

The other bit of brightness in 2020 was the ousting of Donald Trump from the US Presidency. I refrained from calling him President Trump because a more unpresidential individual  you could not find. The amazing thing is the fact that people voted for him in the first place. We could say the same thing about BoJo the chimpanzee here in the UK.

As I write the queues of lorries are piling up on the motorways outside Dover and Calais. Somewhat ironic really considering that this was supposed to have been the result of a no deal brexit. Feels as if Europe has slammed the door shut on the UK a few days early. Symbolic of “our” handling of the year really.

It is difficult to look ahead beyond the next few days. We have plans for 2021 that include running the Beyond The Woods Festival in August, heading to Rome in June to watch Wales play Italy at football and the new season of campervan rentals. We assume it will all happen but who knows?

In the meantime it is Christmas (hope you’ve been good). We haven’t had our usual carol session so this year we are going to do it just as a family around the fire on Christmas Eve. Most of the food shopping is in hand. I do need to buy some smoked salmon, some more vino and probably a bit of veg. Fortunately we have some lettuce and limes – important now that salad leaves and citrus fruits are being put forward as candidates for shortages in the light of the border closures.

Yesterday was the winter solstice. The days are now extending bringing with them the suggestion of hope for the future. Not sure many of us feel the optimism that should accompany this. We are hunkered down and in survival mode.

Have the best Christmas you can under the circumstances and a far better 2021 🙂

Tier 4 Cometh

Sunday, December 20th, 2020

Up before 6am. Went to bed early last night so it was a tossup between lying in our warm cosy bed or getting up as I was wide awake and doing something. I had hoped that there would be some residual warmth in the fire but if there is I can’t feel it. Instead I have a blanket over my legs.

At this time on a Sunday morning it is very quiet. Not even an occasional car on the road. Well very occasional. Combo of tier 3, Sunday and the fact that the new bypass opened yesterday. Dad and I went for a looksee in the car but we were too early. Will take another skeet today.

London went into Tier 4 yesterday throwing everyone’s Christmas plans into disarray. Wales too. Effectively back to total lockdown. Must only be a matter of time before everywhere else follows suit. The whole country is getting fed up with this. There were mad scenes at London mainline stations with lots of people trying to get out of London before midnight trying to avoid being trapped alone in a flat over the holiday.

Modest fry up and now watching the Andrew Marr Show with dad. It’s a no pressure Sunday morning. Hannah is chef of the day for later so I don’t have any of the usual food prep – I normally cook on Sundays.

Quite a nice morning out there now.

Later the streets of the capital city deadly quiet. rubbish blows across the road but there is nobody to see it. anyone who could do so left London yesterday seeking sanctuary in tier 3 or below areas. tier 1 has become a distant nostalgia fueled memory. nobody can remember what it was like before covid. police cars patrol the empty streets. occasionally a shadowy figure can be seen disappearing into a doorway. White Christmas is on a loop on BBC1 in an attempt to convince the masses that everything is ok and they should all feel good. I think I will go and buy more gin…

Lockdown 2:31

Saturday, December 5th, 2020

Feels a little like the end of the first world war. The armistice has been signed but the bullets haven’t stopped yet. A vaccine has been announced but the virus is still out there killing people…

Booked lane swimming session for 12.5 on Monday.

In parental news had to nip out to the chemist to buy dad some antacid stuff suggested by sister Ann (our in house GP). He didn’t eat the magnificent breakfast I cooked for him and served up in suitably small portions: home made hash browns, Foster’s spicy Lincolnshire farmhouse sausage with dry cured bacon, organic cherry tomato, a small chestnut mushroom and a small slice of sourdough fried bread. I had the same but slightly more of it innit.

All is now quiet. I missed the Festival management meeting so that’s been postponed to tomorrow. I do want to get some garlic bulbs planted which I’ll do before lunch. This year’s batch was a bit disappointing so I’m hoping that planting before Christmas will make the difference.

Garlic planted, red currant bush lifted, more Anne’s Vans setup. Lunch was toasted sourdough baguette with cheese spread, spring onions and chopped chillies. Discovering that the chillies are quite hot 🙂

Bit of a rugby watching afternoon and evening innit.

Lockdown 2:30

Friday, December 4th, 2020

A month of Lockdown 2. I guess whilst Lockdown 2 officially finished 2 days ago because we are in Tier 3 it hasn’t really finished except the gym and shops are now open. Tomorrow I will be able to book a lane swimming slot for Monday.

Outside it is chucking it down and the forecast is for snow although it won’t stick as the temperature isn’t due to go below zero (other than the fact that the “feels like” value is minus 4). 

Joe goes back to London today and I am in theory dropping Anne off at Doddington Hall where she is meeting some pals for socially distanced coffee. Not sure how that one will work as like I said the weather is terrible. The plan is for me to buy a Christmas tree whilst there.

The weather is strangely comforting. I think it’s the sound of the rain on the conservatory roof. Maybe it’s because weather like this reminds me of my childhood in North Wales. I’ll light the fire in the front room this afternoon methinks.

Coming back to the Lockdown subject I’m pondering when we can officially say Lockdown is really over. Maybe when we get back to Tier 1 and can meet friends in the pub.

Now in the shed and in opening this doc the thought Chinese dentist sprung to mind. Tooth hurtee. Childhood joke that probably didn’t get us laughing even then 🙂

The roof of the shed is quite noisy. It not only gets the rain/snow but also the fallout of the evergreen oak tree that is above it. If it isn’t rain it is pigeons. I bought Solomon the Owl to put on the roof of the shed to see if it would keep the pigeons away but when I got it home I figured it would be better placed on the deck. Suspect the pesky pigeons would have seen through my ruse anyway and I didn’t want what is a substantial wooden sculpture blowing over and falling on the greenhouse. Moreover if it scared the pigeons it might have had a similar effect on smaller birds that I am happy to entertain in the garden.

Made some good progress with setting up Anne’s vans on the new site including setting up with the Stripe payment processor which I had thought might be a ballache but turned out not to be. Didn’t need business account after all so all the fuss with lloyds bank was unnecessary.

Lockdown 2:29

Thursday, December 3rd, 2020

Finally picked up dad’s medication. 6 dossets for 6 weeks worth. Also did a Waitrose shop and of course forgot some of the stuff I had intended to buy: toothpaste and apple pies. Therefore went to Coop on carholme road after picking up the stash from pharmacy. Threw in some chocolate mini rolls, apple pies, a McVities Jamaica ginger cake and a box of maltesers. Might as well give dad a few treats. Held the maltesers back as not totes sure whether I should be overdosing him with chocolates. See how it goes.

Tonight we had vegetable curry. Joe is totes a dab hand at this. Afterwards we had a chat with the Cooksons and then sang some carols in the conservatory with Joe on keys. Was a bit emulsional doing that and determined that we would have Carol singing around the fire on Christmas Eve. This is the first year we haven’t had carol singing on Christmas Market Saturday in 30 years.

Had a bit of a setback with Lloyds Bank today. We need a new business bank account for Anne’s Vans but Lloyds aren’t letting anyone open new accounts. This is a real pain in the arse as we need to sign up with Stripe for credit card processing. I complained and they put me through to someone whose job it is to handle complaints. However he told me it was absolutely useless to complain as they wouldn’t do anything about it. Really crap customer service. Holding back business progress. It hasn’t endeared me to Lloyds bank and will consider whether to stick with them in future.

Lockdown 2:28

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2020

Hastily written entry on my phone in bed early on day 29. Busy day yesterday. The issue (whatever it was) blocking dad’s prescription from reaching the pharmacy has been sorted. Also amazingly got through on phone to surgery a few minutes. The record is 70 minutes and occasionally there have been so many people in the queue the system has just not accepted any more.

Also homing in on finishing off next year’s budget plus cracked on in the evening with Anne’s vans setup on new marketing site (more on that on 15th December). 

The big news is the approval of the pfizer covid19 vaccine for release. We now await messages from the docs inviting us in for the jab. When the invite will arrive is another issue.

In non lockdown news the brexshit negotiations are reaching a climax with boxes of pizzas being delivered at night to those involved. The sticking point is fishing quotas apaz. The fishing industry is tiny compared to others that would be massively impacted by no deal but for the tories is a very emotive subject. They have so much political capital at stake. I am enjoying watching tory infighting right now.

On day 28 my t-shirt and sticker from Four Seasons Total Landscaping arrived. Exciting eh? V expensive really for what you get but hey… Need to figure out where to put the sticker.

In other news December is well underway with minds on Christmas. Present purchasing has been underway for some time but family talk now is on what meals to have and who is cooking when. I need to get my mind around the food shop and buying the tree.

Lockdown 2:27

Tuesday, December 1st, 2020

The length of this entry is governed by the fact that it is after 10.30 at night and I have less than 15% battery left on the laptop.

Up before 05.30 to finish the narration for a video I needed to get in to Cisco in advance of next week’s WebeOne virtual conference. Bout 2 weeks late but hey. Worked out ok in the end.

Bit of running around mid morning trying to sort dad’s prescription. Pharmacist hadn’t seen the “order” from the doc. Receptionist at the surgery saying it had been sent last Friday. In the end got them talking to each other and don’t yet know the outcome. Still time. Current lot runs out on Sunday and I knew to check early in case of issues. Contingency innit.

This morning’s loaf looked as if it hadn’t risen properly but the outcome after baking in a Dutch oven was actually not too bad. Problem is I get distracted with work and forget to do stuff. Same problem with cups of tea that go cold.

Tonight Liverpool beat Ajax to win their Champions League Group with one game to go. Means they can rest key players and give others a chance (expert talk here 🙂 ). 

Getting into a routine with dad. Tomorrow’s clothes ready on the chest outside his room etc. Same in the morning. Pills onto a saucer ready to be taken at 8am. Quite a bit of effort looking after him actually but I consider it a privilege. He has Parkinsons and is very weak. 

Busy work day. They are all busy. This evening did some Anne’s Vans stuff. We are using a new booking system and advertising on a 3rd party website that will remain nameless for the moment as they are planning a big launch on 15th December. Need to get it all done by this weekend.

7% battery – gotta go 🙂