It’s a sunny day in Southrepps and my wife and I are determined to spend some time working on our allotment today. My wife wants to cut the grass and do some weeding, and I want to re-felt the shed roof – it got badly damaged by storm Doris a while back, and I have been meaning to effect repairs ever since. So, we sort out an old roll of mineral felt that has been gathering dust, some roofing nails, screwdrivers, hammer, Stanley knife and step ladder, and head off to the allotment.
My wife makes everywhere look neater and tidier while I effect a passable repair to the shed roof – I’m not going to go into detail, but I’m just glad that nobody was watching me do it! My feet are dragging as we make our way back home, and I know I’ve overdone things (again).
A hot bath revitalises me enough to go grocery shopping at Lidl in North Walsham with my wife, and we have a quick dash around the aisles to stock up for the next few days.
Back home, I slouch on the sofa (recovering) while my wife (wonderful girl that she is) prepares our evening meal. Good food is followed by a beer or two and a little bit of cannabis to calm the left-sided tremor that is breaking through.