Great meal out last night with the scouts committee. Celebrating Akela’s retirement after 49 years as a leader, 47 with our group. Amazing. V cold out. Bacon roll for breakfast and finished off the sourdough with a bit of toast and marmalade. Gotta stoke the boiler, so to speak,on a day like today.
Taking some survival gear with us in the car for the drive to Caadiff. A blanket and an extra cheese roll. Gotta be ready for all eventualities innit. Be prepared. At 9am it is minus two. I am mostly packed and am taking five minutes out to drink my tea in the snug.
THG is doing the first driving stint so I’ll be able to read my book n stuff. That’s one of the benefits of only having her car to drive. She wouldn’t drive my old Defender as it was too bit. I didn’t mind really but it did mean we wouldn’t be sharing the driving and I couldn’t spend half the trip buried in my phone doing social media. Not a bad thing really I suppose, probs.
Gonna wear my trefbash shirt for tonight’s party. That will halve the effective cost per wear. Another three wears and it will be down to the cost of a Tommy Bahama silk shirt! Feels a little out of place wearing a Hawaiian shirt when the temperature is below zero but that’s no different to its first outing in December in London really.
Tomorrow we have a family lunch in Heaney’s restaurant. It’s a posh gaff near Sue’s and I quite fancy a solid Sunday roast though no idea if they do such a thing, being posh an all. It’ll need to be substantial if this weather hangs around. Lettuce is out of season. Exactly one month today when I go under the knife so this is my last weekend “off”.
Gotta go. Tara.
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Lovely crisp white countryside out there. Someone has given the roadside trees a light dusting of white. V pictureskew. Minus three. The sun stays low, not rising above the treetops. Long journey ahead.
When we were kids and when we had kids a long journey would have included lots of singing. Took a while for ours to get into that but eventually they did and we got some great harmonies out of the. They all have good voices. Great voices even.
Stopped to clean the windscreen and then again in the garage in Newark to source winter screenwash. I daresay that’s what we already had in but when setting off it was frozen and the windscreen just turned mucky. Sorted now.
The dirty windscreen has been replaced with fog as we drive through Nottinghamshire towards Leicester. Without the sun it’s just a yucky day on the roads. A foggy day, in Nottingham. There’s a song there.
Were it not for the fact that we are headed to Caadiff for Sue’s birthday the sensible thing today would have been to stay indoors and light the fire. Football on the telly. Tomato soup for lunch with nice crusty bread and butter and a chunk of mature cheddar cheese.