It seems like a new storm hits our shores every 30 seconds.

Ciara, Dennis and now Jorge.

Will it ever end?

And whatever happened to storms e,f,g,h and i?

The Non Stop Woman duly informed me that there had been a Storm Ellen knocking around recently.

Looks like I missed it.

Be all that as it may, Storm Jorge was still doing his thing yesterday morning as My Good Self emerged from a very comfortable pile of hay and ambled forth into the universe at the slightly early hour of 5 bells.

The standard tea and scribbling pad rituals were duly observed.

There followed a check in to the chess situation.

A new game has commenced with The King of Headfort.

Having failed to recover from the loss of my Queen following the consumption of the ham salad sandwich on brown bread in The Great Institution of Chatham Street, honourable resignation soon ensued.

A drop in rating to 1441.

Dear oh dear.

Dreams of the 1500’s are fading.

It seems clear to me now that chess and ham salad sandwiches on brown bread just do not sit comfortably together.

Future chess moves in The Great Institution will now only happen if I have instead had the beef salad sandwich on brown bread.

I’m learning.

Of the other chess games that I am playing, it’s nip and tuck with The Italian Babe, The Prince of Pinner and The Sussex Dude.

My Good Self has a slight edge on The Queen of Scotland.

Lunch was a hook up with The Kilkenny Lady in My Local Michelin Star Cafe. Batman was on hand to take care of us.

Evening time saw a catch up with The Hot Babe and The Belgian Boy.

A bit of Netflix brought proceedings to a close.

It had been a good day.