write at your own chosen time
Look out of the window. Listen to the birdsong. Even in December there is birdsong. The level of the seeds in the feeder goes down a little every day. We haven’t reached the worst of the winter yet.
The pirate flag waves from the allotment. The fire crackles in the grate behind me. Decided that seeing as I am in this evening it would be a good idea to have it lit.
My facebook timeline is filling up with posts from friends going home for Christmas. Last flights being taken. This is good.
I’ll be home for Christmas.
Darkness descends onto the back lawn like a freezing blanket
Sat in front of the fire as night falls. The glow of the hearth and the christmas tree lights. Handel’s Messiah eases comfortably through the conservatory doors.
Once in Royal David’s City haunts the room. Eight days build up to go.
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That stuff was from last night. Somewhat random but I’d thought I’d let you have it full in the face. It would be good to be able to say that it smacked you in the chops, made your cheeks wobble and your eyes open wide but I doubt that was the case. I move on.
Asked Jose what time his train got in on Saturday, ie today. He came back with 1pm but this was moved forward to noon and now I wake up this morning to find that it is 11am. It’s a good job he told me otherwise he might have been hanging around that station for two hours.
It is early. Up at 5am. Was in bed at 10ish and asleep by 10.30 which is the time Anne comes up having watched to the end of the news. 7 hours kip is plenty. 6 ½ actually – must concentrate on getting the maths right. I’m sat in the front room getting the benefit of the residual heat from the fire. Ordinarily the TV room is warmer.
Busy enough day ahead, what with Joe home and us all going down to watch the Red Imps play Tranmere. This is a bit of a risk as we don’t have a good track record of Lincoln winning when we go and see them. They are on a roll at the mo tho and it should be fine. Big game, top of the table clash.
All is quiet around the house. The Christmas decs are up, except for the lights that get wrapped around the holly tree outside. They go up today is the plan. There seem to be fewer lights around the Christmas tree this year. Probably down to a diminishing number of working ones. Might sneakily buy another set sometime. I like lots of flashing lights on the tree and most of this lot aren’t flashing.
Did a bit of work yesterday on getting the 2016 book ready. I’ve set up a new blog on the server that hosts Anne’s Vans. I need this because the plugin that extracts these blog posts into word needs a later version of php than this current server supports. It was easier to extract the year’s posts and import them into a more up to date server which is what I’ve done. Used a spare domain. Works a treat. Only problem is that the software that then extracts the posts to Word doesn’t move the featured image. I’ll probably have to manually include them.
Featured image is Lincoln cathedral behind high walls. It would originally have been surrounded by a high wall to protect the clerics and monks inside. None of this openness arms out wide welcome:)