I didn’t get much sleep last night – we stayed up chatting and drinking until gone 1am, and it was closer to 2am by the time we actually got to bed. I was awake shortly after 6am and didn’t really succeed in getting back to sleep. It’s Father’s Day today, and my wife and I are invited to a barbecue at her eldest son and his fiancee’s house this afternoon, so we need to leave London before lunchtime, and drive back to Norfolk.
It’s another sweltering day (no breeze, again!). We leave Hither Green around 11.15am (sunroof open, windows down) and travel back through some fairly heavy London traffic, which clears when we reach the motorway. We make good time, and are back in Southrepps by 2.30pm (having stopped for McDonald’s, fuel and some barbecue provisions along the way). I open the Father’s Day cards that have arrived from my 2 children, and text them both to thank them.
My tremor is breaking through on both sides today, probably as a consequence of having so little sleep last night. By the time we are ready to leave for the barbecue, tiredness has caught up with me and I’m feeling extremely fatigued. We have a lovely few hours with my wife’s sons, their fiancees and our 2 granddaughters, and I get (Grand)Father’s Day cards and gifts that I really wasn’t expecting! We get home at a reasonable time, and I’m so tired that my voice is slurring like I’m drunk (and I’m sober!), so we get an early night.