… I do like about Sundays is being able to turn over, glance at my watch, see that the time is 09:30 and then turn back and go to sleep.

And had I not had the necessity to go for a ride on the porcelain horse I would probably be still there now.

During the night I was off on my travels too. I don’t remember too much about them except that on a couple of occasions I was hanging from the gutter of a house trying to get down to the ground. Someone had passed some kind of rod or pole up towards me but it was a long way short and I was busy pondering the likely consequences were I to drop form the gutter and hope to grab hold of the pole. And not just once but twice as well.

I’ve no idea what time it was that I finally did arise from the dead but breakfast was at a very democratic 11:00. And if that’s not a good Sunday, I don’t know what is.

Highlight of the day has to be the squash and potato soup with fresh brown bread. I told you yesterday that Liz had brought some soup round (isn’t she sweet?) and so I may as well make a start on polishing it off.

During the course of the afternoon Ingrid rang me up and we had a really good chat for well over an hour. As I have said before … “and you’ll say again” – ed … I don’t have many friends, but those I have are the best in the world.

Tea was, as usual, a vegan pizza. And a good one it was too. And I’ve started a new book. Liz disappeared with my Templar book so I’ve dug another one out from the back of the queue. It’s by Barbara Tuchman, the famous historian who has written so many valuable tomes, and this one is called August 1914

It’s the story of the events that led up to the outbreak of World War I written in a very technical and in-depth fashion. And it will be an interesting challenge for me to wade through its 608 pages because it’s written in French. I’m making quite a considerable collection of learned French tomes these days.

I missed my afternoon walk because of course I was busy chatting to Ingrid. But I made it out for my evening walk all the same.

There’s some kind of museum out at the back here behind the College Malraux.

It’s one of these places that is on my list to visit but I’ve never been able to visit it so far. For some reason or another it always seems to be closed

It was really cold out here tonight (well, cold for round here anyway) and there was no-one around at all.

But the sky was perfectly clear and beautiful outside, and once again there was a really good view of Jersey on the horizon.

The street lights of St Helier stood out quite well and they were reflected off the clouds to give the sky a nice orange tint.

When I had gone out for my walk, I’d left the lights on in the apartment so that I could see what the curtains looked like from outside in the evening.

The windows are not as dark as I was hoping – you certainly can see that someone is in at night – but it’s an improvement on what was there before.

I’m not going to complain about it, especially when you consider how much they cost me.

As for any other activity, I’ve done nothing at all. Just messing around on the laptop. It’s Sunday, so I’m allowed to have a day off.