My wife has our eldest granddaughter for the day, so she is up early and out of the house before I have even woken up properly.
I am supposed to be going to see her accountant this morning – he has agreed to provide me with a formal letter of identification so that I can legally deal with certain aspects of my mother’s estate – but he is unavailable when I phone to confirm our appointment, so it’ll have to wait until another day.
I drive to the Gunton Arms at 12pm to meet up with my wife’s parents, her younger brother, my wife and our granddaughter – we are treating them to some of the quirky (and delicious) bar snacks on offer there, as a gesture of thanks for looking after our dog while we were away on holiday recently. Also my wife is hoping that she can show our granddaughter some of the wild deer that roam the Gunton estate, in which the pub is situated. We spend a pleasant hour and a half eating, drinking and chatting, and then take a stroll around the estate where we finally spot the elusive deer (I’m not sure who was most excited – my wife or our granddaughter).
I return to Southrepps to walk the dog (again), and then publish my weekly vlog and post links to it from my Facebook, Twitter and Instagram accounts.
I prepare another basket of kindling, split a basketful of logs and get the fire lit – it’s chilly, even though it’s a beautiful sunny day!
My sore jaw (from Tuesday’s extraction) continues to overshadow my Parkinson’s symptoms, so I’m evidently feeling pretty good at the moment!