Part of today's agenda was to go out shooting. I had made the small error of not having a shooting jacket. Everyone needs a shooting jacket. In truth, I didn't have any sort of jacket. I'd used the logic that I always have my jacket in the boot of my car, so I must, since I had my car with me, have my jacket. This is logically sound. The logic fails when the initial assertion of "always" turns out to be "mostly, unless it was removed a day or so ago as part of a boot clear-out". Oops.

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.

Great day.