I woke up and started work at a time that can be described as "just in time". I sat in my shorts and t-shirt and started dealing with the myriad things that I had to deal with. It's nice working from home occasionally, and I wasn't entirely focused, but I was more productive than I would have been in a similar mood in the office. If that makes any sense.

I took my house-guest out for lunch - she'd woken and showered sometime midway through my morning, and had made us coffee and sat reading a book as I worked. Very pleasant working environment I had there. A mini office.

We got lunch and I returned to my work, thinking about what we might do in the evening. I decided to work from the sofa in my living room. It was comfy and I had a flash of inspiration. Though we'd been unimpressed by what was on offer at the Newcastle Theatre Royal, perhaps there'd be something on in Sunderland.

A few minutes and texts later (my friend being midway through watching a film) we had tickets for Chitty Chitty Bang Bang. I debated at length about where to sit, but got it right putting us on the third row.

The show was stunning. I've seen this production a couple of times now, though they've edited it each time, I think. The leading man was from the North East and let his accent really run riot, which added to the show, I think. The child-catcher was scary enough (it was H from Steps, standing in for Wayne Sleep) that one kid declared "Right, I'm off" and legged it. Brilliant.

After the show, our heads full of the sumptuous melodies of the Sherman Brothers, we headed back into Newcastle, into China Town and put ourselves on the outside of a superb meal.

A perfect evening.