The alarm roused us at 5.30am and by the time Robbie emerged from the shower I had the car packed and I thought we were ready to hit the road – we weren't! Still in a state of undress, Robbie decided that this was the moment to catalogue his Hornby magazines. I must be mellowing because instead of wanting to harm him I smiled indulgently at him sitting in the middle of the lounge floor like an eccentric garden gnome surrounded by magazines. I took the time to check through my packing list once more to make absolutely sure that we had not forgotten anything.
Eventually we were ready to go but Robbie demanded a diversion via Mc Donalds to pick up some breakfast for him (I would rather starve than face that first thing in the morning). Finally we were on the road when Robbie startled me by shouting out to express his pleasure about something. I was confused because we were nowhere near the railway line so he couldn't have seen a train, apparently his whoop of joy was because his sausage egg and cheese bagel had been constructed in the correct order. Oh well whatever floats his boat.
Despite Robbie’s delaying tactics we were early enough to get a good run and soon after 11am we were in Walcott. It was a beautiful day and we had a lovely relaxed lunch at the Beach Café in Mundesley, looking out across the beach. After all that had happened in the last week or so it was hard to believe that we are finally here with two whole weeks of freedom stretching ahead of us. We drove back to Walcott and set about unpacking. At last everything was put away, we were both exhausted and we had a very early night.
Robbie was rushing around in a state of undress this morning when he should have already left the house. Apparently he had got up at the correct time, but had delayed himself by attending to an urgent email. Anyway, he came back to the bedroom shirtless claiming that he was looking for a shirt to iron. I pointed out that there were a number of ironed shirts already in the wardrobe and there was another ironed shirt still hanging up downstairs. He had a cursory look in the wardrobe and said "yes, but there are none that I want to wear" He defeats me, where is the logic in that? If he really has a wardrobe full of clothes that he doesn't use, he will have to watch out because I will be up there with a binbag!
