Nine Feet Underground

I've been starting my day with a walk, which provides me the benefit of exercise before work, a chance to chat with Q and to listen to music as well as being in bits of nature, briefly.  It would be good if Spring started soon bringing warmth and sunshine, but hey, one out of two is a start. I begin the working day without access to the client systems but am assured it is being sorted as a matter of priority.  It's very disruptive as I'm constantly having to check my access and get the same result. At around half past four my account is finally reactivated.  Breweries, breweries, breweries. It's 'UFA' at six for me tonight, which means I need to get set up.  Apparently son #1 won't be coming home tonight, so I'll have to leave 'UFA' early to make some dinner. There's no guest speaker tonight, and the session is led by Caroline Elbay who knows her way around the novel and is normally the host, whoever the guest.  We have a good discussion of ...

Back to work! Work is very busy and life is in a state of flux at the moment, so I'm not having a lot of time to stop and think or process what's going on. Consequently I'll probably not write much here. It is impossible to understand how another person thinks. Work over. I'm making dinner as everyone else is busy. To be fair, it makes a change for me to be doing it on my own, so I really can't complain.  I am behind with some things though, which is a pain. Son #1 and I watched a documentary called 'The Nine Lives of Ozzy Osbourne'.  It was both interesting and entertaining. Maybe could have done with a bit more footage of Black Sabbath and interviews with the rest of the band, but hey, whaddo I know? I was quite surprised to find I'd not previously chosen any Black Sabbath in these lockdown diary times.  Now seems to be the right time to rectify that!  I've yet to be persuaded - and it's been this way since I was a teenager - that 'Sabbath...