There is a hard frost this morning, and the temperature hovers around freezing all day. My wife and I are dropping in on her parents this afternoon, so we spend the morning cleaning and tidying our house, filling the log basket in preparation for this evening’s fire, and vacuuming up dog hair.
We drive over to Worstead (via Lidl in North Walsham for some vital supplies – a few bottles of Hobgoblin for consumption this evening) and spend a couple of hours chatting to my wife’s mum and dad, giving them a stove fan that we bought for them as a thank you for looking after our dog while we were on holiday last October (and booking them in for further dog-sitting later this year).
Just as we get back to Southrepps, my wife receives a phone call from her youngest son – he’s had a water leak in the bathroom, flooded the kitchen, has no power and no heating! We leave for Hevingham to assess the damage and see what we can do to help. Two hours later, having isolated the leading pipe and restored power and heating, we return home for a dinner of biscuits and Hobgoblin (neither of us felt like cooking, so we didn’t bother). I light the fire and we watch the remaining two episodes of Unforgotten on Netflix.