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It is half past ten on Sunday morning and I am ready for my Sunday dinner. It should be half past eleven in old money time, but because some deranged, interfering half-wit of a busybody thought it would be a good idea to meddle with time just over a hundred years ago, it is now an hour previous to the time it should be.

‘Aaah,’ I hear you say. ‘But you got an extra hour of sleep this morning. Isn’t that great?’

No, I didn’t. And no, it wasn’t. And I shall tell you for why. Because Bambino the Cat and Nell the Dog do not know about this faffing around with clocks business and therefore were ready at their usual time for wanting to be fed, and for performing pees and poos, and for racing around the house in a zoomie fashion because ‘Yay and Hurrah!! It’s a brand new day!!!’

I was up and dressed and ready for action at my usual time, then, which is half past six except it wasn’t half past six, it was half past five, and so, two hours later (half past seven, should have been half past eight) I had already done my daily housework stuff, exercised Nell and cooked up a vat of apples from the garden ready to put in the freezer. Oh, and prepped Sunday dinner. And done some online Christmas shopping (nearly finished now #feelingsmug).

On the plus side, I did get to see the Hunter’s Full Moon in all her glory AND I heard a couple of owls AND I saw Venus who was very bright and shiny. 

My plan for the rest of the day is this. Sunday dinner at midday, then have a twenty minute cat nap, then watch the film ‘Coco’ on BBC2 (no adverts - hurrah!), then do a bit of gardening before it grows dark, then scrambled eggs on toast for tea, then watch the Strictly results show even though I know who gets eliminated because, according to my daughter, I cheat by looking at the Strictly Spoiler website. I say I am merely not allowing myself to be dictated to by the BBC because everyone knows the results show is recorded on Saturday night and isn’t ‘live’ on Sunday like they pretend it to be, which I think is very disingenuous behaviour and the BBC should know better, but they are growing increasingly shonky in my opinion. And breathe…

Other than all that, the sun is shining, the sky is blue and I’m looking forward to the (birthday!!!) week ahead! 



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