Didn’t listen to the shipping forecast this morning. Woke up just after it had finished at five thirty and couldn’t be arsed to rewind It. I can tell you it’s gonna be a warm day in the shire. 17 degrees high. Tropical almost. Might get my swimsuit out!
On that subject I’m looking forward to getting back in the pool. Not totes sure when. My post op consultation is on 25th March after which I have three days in London Town and then the following week 4 days in Antwerp. Not totes decided whether London is a 1 or two night trip.
After that week I’m in Wales for a week on the trail of John and David Jones and a few Davieses. The Joneses are hurting my brain. They are all called John or David. The occasional bit player called Thomas is thrown in and at some stage they gained middle names so John Price Jones makes an appearance but it isn’t helping. Especially as the census doesn’t appear to mention middle names.
JPJ is a player so I’m trying to find his parents. He inherits the main farm but is only mentioned as a nephew in the will as opposed to “son of”. I guess this isn’t going to change my life but I am quite fussy about getting the detail right especially if it’s going to be included in the book.
Thought For The Day forced me out of bed this morning. Almost back to the usual routine. Down in the kitchen THG’s wonderful gran o’la n yo’ has set me up and I’m working on a cup of tea before getting ready for the day.
Spring is a good time to recuperate from an operation. Regeneration and progress all around. Springtime progress so far is represented by the daffs and other bulbs coming to life but there is more to come. Small birds have very much been in evidence in the back garden. Must get our feeders sorted. The ones we have are crappy old ones that the birds don’t go near. Seeing small birds eat at a feeder very much provides a feelgood factor.
5 sleeps to go…