My wife and I are going out to lunch with an ex-colleague of hers, so this morning we are trying to get a few little jobs done around the house before we have to leave to drive over to Sea Palling.
Dog walk, ironing, clean the bathroom, make ourselves look presentable, make a dessert to take with us, buy some beer, a bottle of wine and some flowers…
I contemplate a little self-medication (cannabis) before we depart, but decide against it – my tremor is pretty well controlled today, and I’m feeling okay.
The dog somehow knows that we are going out (and that she is staying behind) and has a resigned expression on her face.
We have a very pleasant roast dinner, and a good old chinwag, and we are home again before 6pm. The dog is pleased to see us. We take her for a run around the field, and then visit the allotment to harvest some vegetables. The courgettes have gone mad – overnight they have become little marrows. We return home with a bucket full of large courgettes/baby marrows and a large quantity of broad beans.
Determination pays off this evening, and we actually manage to get to bed at 10pm – I was beginning to think it was an unattainable goal!