My room is ground floor, the one with the open upper window.
Gave up on sleep about 4am and put on the headphones. All very well having an afternoon nana nap (which helps to pass the time), and an earlier bedtime than at home, but the inevitable result is something less than a solid night’s sleep. When normality is going to bed 11:30pm, doing the daily diary, lights out and TV off is rarely before midnight then awake about 8am, this break to the routine is obviously going to muck up the sleep patterns.
Out of bed and more time on the computer dealing with the thousands of photographs taken whilst away. Those taken on the small camera have to be cropped to 6x4, whilst those taken on the large camera are already 6x4, but most need cropping. Although pics have been renumbered, (year, month, day, sequence) they still need the subject adding.
Today’s breakfast was the once a week vegetable frittata with hash browns and baked beans. No microwave delivered, so another breakfast that would have been so much nicer if it had been hot.
My el cheapo phone seems unreliable when it comes to WiFi and a WhatsApp call to Stewart dropped out after a few minutes and wouldn’t reconnect. So, phone useless and Skype stuffed. So much for modern communications.
Exercise before lunch and again, something I hadn’t tried before. Three soft tacos and a mix of shredded chicken, salad, tomato, onion, capsicum and corn, with a small dash of sour cream and a small dollop of guacamole. OK, but I probably wouldn’t repeat it.
I treated myself to a cider with my lamb shank, which once again was excellent.
Exercise time in the evening was 7:30pm to 8:30pm so I did a couple of laps.
I remembered to send a short birthday message to Megan, one of the blog followers. No doubt if she reads this at night, she’ll have no problem sleeping.
THURSDAY
Woohoo! At 8:09am, half way through this enforced ‘holiday/imprisonment’, but I was awake about 3am again – and it wasn’t the excitement that had me waking earlier either. Although it was back to the continental breakfast, (and a steamed wholegrain roll this time - and a steamed pastry) the feeling was that counting down the days is now a reality. For Paula too. The weather didn’t look too promising, but at exercise, a chat once again to John and Cat (a Czech lady we’d both chatted to before, prominent in a dayglo pink and black outfit). We kept our distance of course, but it was nearer 1m than 2m, but the defence personnel didn’t seem too worried. Then it started to drizzle so we called it a day.
More computer work before lunch, which this time was supposed to be a (cold) smoked chicken and brie panini with cranberry sauce, with a side of coleslaw, but the person who was supposed to put on the cranberry must have been away.
After ringing Paula, afternoons tend to drag, but having YouTube on the Smart TV is an opportunity to search out more Chris Barber Jazz Band stuff, old comedians or even Goodwood 2021, whilst stretching out on the bed and resting the eyes. The latter is useful as I had to correct a statement I made on a website where I post my photographs, as to the winner of one of the races. I thought the hilarious ‘The Owlet’ had won, but in fact it came second.
The evening butter chicken curry was even better than the previous one, and after a short stretch outside in the fresh air, I retired early, but opted for an evening coffee, which I hoped would help me sleep. Yes, I know that for most, that is the last thing to drink before bed, but when did I always act normally?
As you can see from the pic, progress on the ‘Wasgij’ jigsaw #1 is very steady.
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