My wife is working, once again, so I have a quiet day. I walk the dog, tidy up and vacuum downstairs, and slump on the sofa in the lounge, catching up with the news on Twitter and by reading The Metro online.
This evening we drive to The Marsham Arms (nearer to Hevingham than it is to Marsham) to attend the 50th birthday party of an ex-colleague of my wife. By the time we arrive, all of the seats indoors are taken, so we sit outside on the patio, eating, drinking and chatting until it starts to rain. Forced to go back inside, there’s only so much standing that I can take so, after singing happy birthday to the birthday girl and scoffing some birthday cake, we make our excuses and return to Southrepps.