Wednesday 11 February

Couldn't sleep past six, so I walked down to the harbour before work. The tide was further out than I've ever
seen it and the old mooring chains were showing, all green and orange. A man was digging for bait with a fork
and a bucket and didn't look up once.

Work was fine. Long meeting about the new rota, nobody happy, nothing decided. I keep saying I'll stop taking
my laptop home and then I take it home.

Mum called at lunch. Her knee is better and she wants to come for Easter. Need to sort out the spare room,
which at the moment is mostly boxes and the exercise bike nobody uses.

Things I want to remember:
- the colour of the water this morning, flat grey with one bright stripe
- that Jo laughed at my terrible joke about the printer
- book the dentist (again)

Started the new novel from the library. Slow first chapter but I like the lighthouse keeper already.
