never rings
I can tell you that today, Monday 12th December the milkman came at 05.33 because that is the time and he has just been. I can hear the scraping as the drops four pints off in the crate in the porch. He drives his milk float over from Newark. They shut the Lincoln dairy down a few years ago which is a shame. We continue the support them and get four pints every Monday and Friday. Normally top up with some milk from Tesco in the week but not always. Depends who is home.
I am sat in the living room because there is in my mind some residual heat from last night’s fire. Didn’t sleep particularly well. Wasn’t tired when I went to bed and kept waking up during the night. Going to go swimming later as I need to get back into the exercise routine.
Did a bit of a Waitrose shop yesterday afternoon. It was partly something to do but also doesn’t do any harm to get some of the Christmas stuff in. Got mostly non perishables such as cheese biscuits, crisps and chocolate etc. Have to say I gave in and bought a tin of Quality Street despite having told myself I wouldn’t since the bastards stopped including toffee delights in the mix. Left a message on their Facebook page telling them I wouldn’t be buying a tin this year for that very reason. A lot of people did the same. Won’t tell them I gave in. Problem is that it is traditional in the Davies house to have Quality Street at Christmas- since I was a very small child (yes that small).
We have a nice living room and we as a family don’t sit in it often enough. This is because the TV is in another room, the TV room. The room formerly known as my study. Yesterday John came in and sat with me because of the fire. That was nice. Then at some stage Anne came in to practice her saxophone wich drove me into the other room. It is very loud when you are in the same room. Still I’m proud of her that she is learning the instrument.
Today Jackie Gordon is swinging by with the wine. She ran out of time last week so is making a special trip this week which is good of her. Stayed with her brother in Leeds last night so she tells me. It breaks the back of the journey from Middlesborough.
My pork in cider casserole was a real hit yesterday. It is easy really. Slow cook with the right ingredients and you are there, the slow cook being the most important bit. Had it with roasted root vegetables. There is still one portion left plus three pork steaks I cut from the joint. They will have gone in the freezer. Afterwards I watched the second ever episode of Time Team on 4OD, the Father Ted Christmas Special and Planet Earth II with David Attenborough. Not a bad evening’s TV although two out of thee were repeats. Father TEd was competing with the X Factor so no competition. Who watches that crap?
The week ahead is easy enough. No real work although I will do some Netaxis stuff and may take a look at the LONAP budget for next year. There is the Wright Vigar Christmas Drinks party at the Cathedral Chapter House to look forward to on Tuesday night pus Steve Wildman’s leaving do on the Thursday at the Peacock. Steve ain’t leaving his job but he did establish this party as a tradition ten years or more ago. I’ve never been so am looking forward to it as it is apparently a good night.
The rest of the week is going to be spent getting ready for Christmas. We need to buy a tree. I got a lot of the decs down last night. I don’t get involved in the decorating. It used to be the domain of the kids but now it will be mostly Anne. My duties lie in getting the tree up. We will head out to Fillingham after school one day this week. Bought some Lindt tree chocolate decs yesterday at the Waitrose shop. There wasn’t much of a choice. I hope that tradition isn’t dying out. Not that I seem to get many of the chocs that get put on the tree. Such is the way of things.
Just noticed my VPN connection has stopped working and it won’t let me disconnect. Started up again now but it’s a bit odd that it won’t just let you cut it off. I have the VPN working all the time now. It probably won’t stop GCHQ from spying on me but it is at least a token attempt to retain some privacy. If they want to know what I’m up to they just have to read this diary and spy on my Facebook activity. It will be a waste of their time. I doubt they are spying on me but my issue is that one day someone will hack into a server somewhere and publish all these records that are being collected.
Anyway I don’t really like to talk about that sort of thing on this site. This is a happy place:) One where life is wonderful all the time.
I’ll be making the tea again this morning even though it isn’t my turn. Might as well seeing as I am already downstairs. I like making anne a cup of tea.
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