It’s Father’s Day, so my wife and I are invited to join her sons, their partners, her ex-husband and our granddaughters for breakfast in Norwich.
It’s lunchtime by the time we get back to Southrepps, and my wife busies herself wrapping gifts for her father whilst I open cards and gifts and chat to my kids online.
This afternoon we drive to Smallburgh to visit my eldest nephew and his girlfriend, who have just bought their first house together. We take a bottle of prosecco and a housewarming card, and are given a tour of the property, which is a really nice 2-bed terrace. We drink a beer together, and then my wife and I depart for her parent’s house in nearby Worstead to give her dad his Father’s Day gifts.