It started later than it should have as The Wife had a bad night and didn't sleep much. We have to do a deep clean this weekend to help with her breathing. But coffee beckoned and then an hour or so catching up with e-mail, my blog-feed, forums I'm a member of and Facebook.
It had been raining overnight, but by the time I took the dog for his walk we had beautiful blue skies and sunshine. The walk ended up in our favourite coffee-shop (with our favourite staff on duty today). Zeppo was devastated to find that I'd forgotten to bring his box of treats and (unsuccessfully) tried to persuade me that a Scotch egg would do instead. I had a couple of flat whites and read the local paper, in which I learned that there was going to be an interesting-sounding one-day conference marking the centenary of WWI (including a paper on the Ottomans at war 1912-1922) and that an exhibition has started of photos of medieval memorials from East Anglia churches. I reminded myself that I hadn't posted any interesting obits lately, though I'd read a couple of candidates.
After lunch I did a Post Office run and then had to go and see a man about some books - ending up with a bag of things to add to the sales list when I update it this weekend.
|A little job for the weekend|
As I was in town (I can't bring myself to say 'in the City' as locals do!) I mooched around the pound shops to see if there was anything that could be converted into gaming goodies: sadly there wasn't. I then popped into my local toy/model shop for some paints and a look around. I considered going to a new wargaming shop I've heard has opened, but decided that it was too far to go given I still had to get something for supper. So I got something for supper...
Home and collapse of stout party. Revival by tea and toast.
I sat down and wrote a research report for a guy interested in a brigadier killed in action in Sep 1918 - I'll need to visit the National Archives to do some further work on him next week.
After that, I cooked a delicious supper and The Wife and I settled down to tv and laptops.
And that, ladies and gentlemen is how it rolls being the Depressive Diplomatist...