We didn’t get to bed until midnight last night. The target was 10pm, so I think we can consider that to be a major fail. In spite of the late night, I’m wide awake just after 6am, although I stay lying in bed until 8am.
My wife and I are looking after our latest granddaughter for a couple of hours this morning, so we need to be in Hevingham at 9am. We have a hasty cup of tea/coffee, pack the dog into the car and we’re out of the house by 8.40am.
We return to Southrepps for 1pm – just in time to meet up with my wife’s father and brother, who are coming over to have a pub lunch and a few beers with us in The Vernon Arms this afternoon.
I have lot of tremor in my left leg this morning, so I decide to try and calm it down a little by self-medicating (cannabis), and that has the desired effect. My voice, although not too bad, is weaker than it was yesterday, so I find I’m doing more listening than talking. My balance is really not very good, and my walking is quite unsteady, but not to worry – I’ll just blame it on the beer. By mid-afternoon I’m getting tired, and my voice is slurring like I’m a drunkard (but I’m not drunk, honestly!).
After a rather splendid burger and several pints of Abbot Ale, we retire to our cottage to continue chatting and to watch a DVD (whilst chomping on Twiglets and chilli peanuts).
We fail to hit our self imposed curfew of 10pm (again), but that’s not entirely our fault – you can’t be rude to your in-laws and send them packing, can you?