I feel like I have been beaten up this morning – my aching legs are not quite as bad as they were last night, but that’s not saying much. I also have significant back pain, although I’m not really sure why. I hobble around the field by the village hall with the dog, but I’m headed back indoors to slump on the sofa at the earliest opportunity. I’d really like to light the fire and spend the day warming my bones, but I can’t face struggling in with the logs from the back garden, and there’s only enough wood in the log basket to fuel the fire for this evening.
I decide to occupy myself by driving to North Walsham and getting a birthday card and a bottle of bubbly for our neighbour (who has her birthday today). On return to Southrepps, I take the dog for another hobble and then run the vacuum cleaner around downstairs before lighting the fire.