Sunday 20th March 2016

Saturday

With the three days off, and repeated visits to Tesco and other shops, it meant that there was no need for any more shopping this weekend. Which meant laying in bed even after dawns pale light had woken us, and cats tood on our chests meowing for their breakfasts.

A coffee whilst checking to see if the world was still doomed, then bacon butties and another brew. The world, doomed or not, looked a little better after that. However, after getting a beef joint on Friday, it did mean that some fresh vegetables were needed to go with it. The easiest thing was to go down town, to the veg stall on Biggin Street, then go to a few other places and take photos of St James and once I had everything from town, drive up to Ayecliffe to snap the repairs to the sea wall from the cliffs.

Town was yet to get busy, so I rushed around getting vegetables and allergy relief spray, just in case of an attack.

Anyway, back to the car and then up along to Ayecliffe, park up and take myself and camera gear up along the narrow path up Shakespeare Cliff. In fact the one change apparent was that a huge crane had been assembled by the tunnel portals, but elsewhere, final work on the firm ground over which it, and other earthworking vehicles could operate safely. I walk right to the end of the path, to the start of the steepest part of the path leading up to the top of Shakespeare. Just getting there was enough for me.

I take the shots and make my way down the path back to the car, and then make my way back home, dodging into the lorries heading down to the Eastern Docks, then taking Jubilee Way back home.

And back in time to listen to Huey on 6 Records, have a brew then make a batch of Norfolk Shortcakes. This was to be lunch. Still warm shortcakes almost straight from the oven, with a nice big cuppa. Just like old times, really.

At half twelve, Jools went out for a barnet mangle of her very own, and I therefore can listen to the football, whilst doing all the other stuff that I fill a day i the living room with; editing photos, writing blogs, drinking tea.

Arsenal beat Everton, then Leicester beat Palace, whilst at the same time, Norwich take on WBA, and in a shock, win 1-0. An ungly win, and the goal coming from a scuffed shot, but still, well take anything we can, and so move out of the bottom three.

During the second half, I cook dinner: steak and all the usual stuff. It were mighty good, washed down with a pint or two of Old Crafty Hen.

I know the day doesn't sound exciting, but I enjoyed it, double so as it ended with England playing France in the final egg-chasing game in the 6 Nations, and thus winning the Grand Slam, but that really does not tell the whole story, we'll also take the first Grand Slam in 13 years.

And that was your Saturday; wins for Leicester, Norwich and England.