Diana Was Already At Work,

as I made my way outside,

into a cold, grey day,

 

the oak trees in the park almost bare of their leaves, 

onto the number 54 bus, passing the green one of the trees decked with lights, the area selling real Christmas trees open for business, I had hoped the traffic chaos at the round about would be over, but no luck, the traffic backed up along the High Street, and the same as the 2 times I passed the hole in the road yesterday, not a soul working on it, just a JCB digger sitting idly by,

off of the bus to post a letter and some more Christmas cards, and that is us done for posting this year, 

some one has taken so much trouble to give the post box a festive look with its knitted hat, 

I called into This 'N' That, to have a look around and wish them a merry Christmas, 

past the display outside of the florists,

and into Kingfisheries, where I dropped off some printing, only to have Graham give me some more to print, the shops opening times for Christmas and the New Year, that can be put on the door and inside the shop, so another trip to the shop tomorrow! in the afternoon Diana returned from work so she had a rest before our evening meal, then BattleBots, 

followed by a Endeavour, a great detective series based in Oxford that we have visited many times before, the series is set from 1965 into the 1970s, the show follows Endeavour Morse in his early years as a police constable, working alongside his senior partner DI Fred Thursday, after which Diana had a early night, for myself a treat as I watched,

Lost Kingdom of the Black Pharaohs, the documentary told the story of the Kingdom of Kush, nestled along the Nile River, Kush was more than just a neighbour to Egypt; it was a complex and important partner, engaged in a dance of diplomacy, trade, warfare, and cultural exchange that spanned centuries, this region, known as Nubia, was characterized by its rugged terrain, arid deserts, and fertile riverbanks, Kush's proximity to Egypt was both a blessing and a curse, the narrow stretch of land between the First and Third Cataracts of the Nile created a natural buffer zone, fostering a sense of separation yet also facilitating interaction, a fascinating program, one I wish that could have been longer, but there it was, after which I too was off to bed.