1 November 2026.
Good morning.
I was up at 7:10 am and around the churchyard with the hound.
Another very misty day as the clock starts ticking fast on the countdown to Christmas and the end of the year.
November already.
Mine and Julie's lives have been at a frantic pace for years now. It is nothing out of the ordinary - it is just who we are.
Workers.
We work hard and we reward ourselves by having a nice life - much of which we spend on the island which is the gateway to the Middle East.
This year, however - is one of those which I'd like to put behind me... death's in the family, ill health...
I know it's par for the course as we get older... but fuck me... a bit of respite would be nice.
Last night was one of those different kinds of beautiful...
The big 150-year old house on the corner of High Street with its tower and gables and huge wrought iron gates was all lit up and families with kids were knocking at its door... mini trick or treaters...
Very nice.
Julie said to a little lad who was dressed up as Count Dracula: "Crikey - you look scary... it looks like you've been sucking blood!"
"He's spent the afternoon with his (vampire) teeth in, going round and biting everybody," said his dad.
After the trick or treaters had done - we had Robyn call with her two youngest, which was nice.
The little lad is Spiderman-bonkers, so I bought him an action figure off eBay and his younger sister, a Barbie-doll that turns into a mermaid.
They also went away with two buckets of sweets.