Still, I found a quick tour of the high street useful and M&S delivered the goods at knock down prices.
So we went shooting and I didn't freeze. It was clay pigeon shooting. I'd have to say that I've never found the murder of so much pottery to be so enjoyable. I definitely killed some plates. We didn't have them stuffed and mounted and stuck on the mantlepiece though. That would have been ghoulish.
I made a mistake. Not shooting - I'll say no more of that now (except to mention that if a job's worth doing, it's worth doing 24% of) - I made the mistake of believing that the big relaxing bath I had this afternoon was the first bath I'd had in 2 years. It was the first I'd had in one. However, it was definitely the first deep relaxing soak I'd had in at least 2 years, if not longer.
I even read my book. This was most excellent.
Then the evening comprised a big banquet-style meal, which was exceedingly posh and was served on some tiles and some pottery that you weren't allowed to shoot.