It was dark by 5 o'clock this evening, of course. Can't bear it, we're still in autumn. I wouldn't mind so much in December. I hoped that last year would be the last time the clocks went back in the autumn, but rumours were premature.
At least an extra hour this morning gave us time for a leisurely breakfast. The Sage brought me a cup of tea in bed. When I was up and dressed, "would you like a poached egg for breakfast?" he asked hopefully - this was a suggestion rather than an offer, I doubt he's ever poached an egg, although he's accomplished in the art of frying and scrambling. I daresay he would not be too daunted by the thought of hard-boiling come to that.
We had just finished eating when the phone rang. It was a prearranged interview with an EDP reporter. Yes indeed, my star of radio and newspaper will be in the paper again tomorrow. Someone asked him to autograph a catalogue on Friday. I suppose it was slightly tongue in cheek, but maybe I should start saving all scraps of paper with his writing on, to keep our grandchildren in luxury in a few years' time.
I did, however, draw the line this evening (not on paper, you understand) when he asked me which buyer had paddle number 21, at dinner time. He wanted to talk about the sale again. I was starting to relax for the evening, and a discussion about work wasn't on the cards. It's a penalty of working with one's husband and also working from home that we're never outside office hours. Of course, a lot of people deal with business emails at the weekend, it's tempting to get them out of the way rather than clutter up half of Monday morning, and we've always had phone calls at any time of any day, but I think that dinner time on a Sunday needn't be a time for dealing with the smallest details. I said so, reasonably politely, and he was quite surprised, but put his papers down good-naturedly. I did look it up later of course.
Some of you will know that there have been ructions in Blogland over the last week, resulting in some friendships strengthening and others being broken. At least two people are no longer blogging, at least for the time being. Yesterday, I decided the time had come to explain to him what has been going on, since he knows some of the people involved (of whom I'm one, in fact). After a few minutes, I looked over at him. He was fast asleep. So I shall not trouble you with the details, just tell you that I'm not affected personally and I'm still blogging. But that last, you had probably worked out already.