Today we are entertaining on our boat. My wife’s mum, dad and brother are joining us for a little cruise down the River Ant and a bite to eat.
Before we go to the boatyard, my wife walks the dog, gets some essentials together (tea, coffee, butter, etc.) to take to the boat with us, and bakes a sponge to make her ex-husband a birthday cake. I spend the morning checking my social media accounts and replying to a number of messages that I have received.
We pay a visit to Lidl in North Walsham (to get some milk and beer) on the way to Wayford Bridge, arriving at our boat in time to give it a bit of clean and tidy before our guests appear.
Tremor is reasonably well contained (apart from my left leg, which is dancing a little jig to itself), voice isn’t too bad, balance and walking are okay. I’m feeling very fatigued, though, and by the end of the afternoon my voice is slurring with tiredness (I only had one beer, so it definitely wasn’t alcohol induced).
The weather, which hasn’t been wonderful today, lets us down as we set off back up the river, and it rains all the way back to our mooring at Wayford Bridge.
We take leave of our guests (who appear to have thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon on the river – even if it did rain) and pop over to see my mother (who has advanced Parkinson’s) in Stalham. She seems in quite good spirits, although she tells me that she has had a few falls this past week, and has damaged her hand which looks swollen.
By the time we get back to Southrepps it is dark (and still raining quite heavily). My wife finishes off making her ex-husband’s birthday cake while I loaf around on the sofa drinking beer.