I have a speech therapy appointment this lunchtime so, after drinking tea and nutriblast, walking the dog and listening to PopMaster, I head off to Norwich Community Hospital. I break my journey at Hevingham to swap cars with my wife – my car has developed a loud rattle from the engine, and I don’t want to drive it too far before it goes to the garage tomorrow for diagnosis and repair.
My speech therapy appointment passes without incident. We discuss many of the strategies that I already employ when preparing my weekly vlogs, and my therapist makes some suggestions to overcome my problems with intonation, so that’s useful.
It’s starting to get dark by the time I get back to Southrepps, so I fill the log basket, light the fire, and then take the dog for her afternoon stroll.