2 I listened to a mild altercation between a customer and a shopkeeper over a matter of change. The customer thought she’d been given a fiver too much, the shopkeeper was quite sure she’d been given £10 so the change was correct. That each was so anxious not to diddle the other was rather lovely and typical of this town.
3 We went to visit Ro and I took my pruning saw. His and Dora’s house has various trees and shrubs in the garden that were planted when the house was built, mostly too close to the house itself. Ro wanted my advice, which was either ‘hack it back’ or ‘chop it down.’ So I did. Ro took a while to saw through one branch and thought the next one was a bit much for me to manage. He learned his mistake. I have a two-handed technique that makes short work of a two-inch branch, even a dead one.
4 Sleep. That’d be nice, hey. Or more than an hour’s worth at a time, anyway. I’d have got up, but Ben would have wanted to go out and I didn’t quite have the energy.
5 We took him with us to Norwich, just as well because he christened Al’s garden appropriately – it was all right, I carry a plastic bag in my pocket – and it would have graced the passageway otherwise. Unfortunately, it turns out he isn’t that good a traveller and he had a little chunder on the way home. I’d put a waterproof liner in the back of the Landrover with a comfy sheet on top, so unpleasant clearing-up wasn’t needed, just a pick up and dump job. All the same, only short car journeys from now on. We had a nice lunch at Ro’s local pub and left him there waiting to meet a friend, drinking Guinness and looking really rather relaxed.