The boy's (re-christened Bubba-and-squeak for the duration) aren't too impressed at the furniture rearrangements necessary for the great isolation jigsaw party.
The music (Joy Division‽) is ready, yes only whole albums and selected at random. No skips allowed. Obviously it would be completely wrong to have a party in such circumstances, which is why this isn't a party. It's wine and cheese.Dear Interwebz, anyone know the right proportion of red cabbage to squeak? Looks like we might be heading for 10:1.
Yes, a triple jabbed (2 ⨉ AstraZeneca + a Pfizer Booster), Covid locked down Christmas. Déjà vu.
Restrictions in Wales, Northern Ireland and Scotland. Yet not in England.
> "It’s the lies that make you want to kill yourself…”The Dispossessed, Ursula K. Le Guin
If any more evidence were needed that this has been a topsey-turvey year; the tree went up before F's birthday.
Today I was in a meeting with five other people. 3 were working from home. 3 were in 3 different offices. That's the first time we've had more than 1 person calling in from the office. Given all the other news today, it'll also likely be the last for a while…
Ewok wanted to know where everybody had gone. Back to London in their Range Rovers thought Yogi.
Every December we try and get away for a couple of days. This year was celebrating twenty-four with Lovely Fay.
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A flat white view. So called because it's the view you get while waiting for your flat white.
Other flat white views used to be available before they knocked down Leadenhall Court (and more importantly CoffeeWorks) to make way for 35-stories of office space.
A peak of Rock down the street.
Which, on closer inspection, has lots of big houses behind walls, hedges and fences. Where you're monitored by CCTV for crime prevention and public safety. Yeah, right. The most awesome beaches. And a flag to wave hello to the ferry.The Padstow Christmas Festival was cancelled. Because some people are sensible. But there was Christmas lights, fireworks, and a Santa Parade (with boats!). All of which we managed to miss. Planning.
But the Always Christmas Shop was there. It's always there.A spot of wind and the wind-assisted surf vehicles were out in force. Some were flying.
We had visitors. Second visitors. F did an impression of J standing on her door step, chatting to everyone and looking over to Rock.
We walked the beach where it was blowing an ‘absolute hooley’ . Which was great for grabbing some action pix of the annual grains of sand 10,000 meter sprint race.Sunbeams on sand banks.
Then back home for a coffee and planning chat, around the table that's been with us since George Street.
It was a tad chilly, but F decided to quadruple wrap and was therefore nice and snug.