Tuesday 9th April 2024

Tuesday.

Market day in King's Lynn.

Not in St Maggies though.

But we do have things to do. Or Jools does, as she is off work, or has one of her non-working days.

First she went to the tip with the old carpets and rug from the small bedroom, then went swimming and stayed in the pool for aquafit and a session in the sauna.

She came home for lunch, when we made the rest of the shepherd's pie vanish, warmed in the oven so the cheesy crust was crustier.

I worked and drunk coffee and tea.

And worked.

Actually had a productive day, closed six audit findings and made a plan for the rest.

We might have gone out for a walk, but there was wind and rain and so we listened to podcasts instead.

In the afternoon, we drove to Jen's to pick up her car for reasons.

It had been glorious all day, but as we drove along the A2 to Whitfield, the skies darkened and soon it was throwing it down.

It seemed right to take this shot.

The one hundredth day of the year, meaning we are well into spring, and as a treat as we're doing up the house, I get a new office chair.

The old one is pretty worn out, but this one, bearing the name "Leather-faced manager chair"

Ahem.

I wouldn't like to see any of my old managers in a leather face or mask.

But anyway.

This arrived in the afternoon and we put it together, with some swearing, in the evening, so I could follow the evening's football from my new throne.

Which was nice, if upsetting for Scully who growled her displeasure all through the evening.

Norwich took a 2-0 lead early on, and all seemed set, but switched off in the last quarter and conceded twice to draw 2-2 with Wednesday who are still, just, in the bottom three.