Journal

It was gone seven before I pottered downstairs. I had enjoyed a wonderful night's sleep and been entertained by some bizarre dreams. They seemed important at the time, but now, when I come to write about them, they have faded from memory. We enjoyed a pleasant breakfast together as we consumed the overnight news and checked "the socials".

I headed to my study. It was time to return to the editing of last year's journal. I had become distracted by family tree stuff and lost sight of the journal. I worked on it for an hour or two and then went for my walk. As I looped by the lake, I passed Chris and Maureen chatting with John and Liz. I waved and marched on. As I started the second lap, they were still there, so I waved again and told them I had a further lap to complete before I finished. I saw them again on my final stretch, but they were out walking by then, and there was no sign of John and Liz.

It was lunchtime when I arrived home. I finished the remains of last night's curry in a wholemeal wrap, then returned to the study. I was well into September by this point, and we were about to embark on our cruise. I edited for a further hour or so, then settled in the lounge with Diane and our Kindles.

I switched off the Kindle and returned to the kitchen to finish cooking tonight's dinner (chicken, new potatoes, carrots, carrot and swede mash, and courgettes). We have finished eating, and everything is cleared away. I foresee an evening with Netflix or Amazon Prime.