Pleasantly pottering about.

Wake at seven to see to Norman and then grab an extra hour in bed. I feel OK again today, but I am cautious of celebrating too early before I see how the day progresses. Make a full English breakfast and then take my coffee in the Garden Room to read the Independant on my IPad. Outside it's a cloudier day then of late, but no doubt it will burn off and be fine later. After showering and dressing I ring my brother Graham, in Holland and make arrangements for our upcoming trip to Maarssen. We are calling in to see Graham and family after we disembark in Rotterdam and then all going for lunch at a restaurant called "The Salmon House", quite near where he lives, and he will also meet us in Maarssen on the Wednesday to have a day out with us. Surprisingly he has bought a new car yesterday, he does this about every fifteen years, as he doesn't do a lot of mileage. After speaking to Graham, I load Normy in the car and we drive into Beverley, parking down New Walk, about a quarter of a mile from Sarah's house. When we call in Sarah and Louis are watching TV, Louis has a spiderman outfit and gets it out to show me. He says it gives him super strength and he wants to wrestle me to show me, but his mother has other ideas. I promise to call in after mass tomorrow and perhaps take Louis to the seaside, after I have been to see Leslie, who rang to say he isn't well enough to go to Scarborough tomorrow. We then call and see Felicity who also hasn't been well, and stop and chat with her for a quarter of an hour but then leave as she is tiring. She lives in Albert Terrace, only five minutes from the Market Place so we walk down Greyburn Lane and have a browse round town. I have hardly been into Beverley in the last month, and as its Market day, the town is packed. There are an unusual amount of buskers today, at least three are really talented musicians. One an older, foreign looking chap, in evening dress is playing exquisite Spanish guitar music. It is still cloudy, but warm enough to wear shorts and polo shirt. We don't see anything that tempts the purse, although Norman finds half a hot dog someone has dropped and makes short work of it. When you are that close to the ground you tend not to miss much. We get home about one thirty and I make some tea and take some oaties into the garden, as the sun has finally burnt off the cloud, and sit and finish the puzzle that defeated me last night. After a rest, I weed the flower beds in the back garden whilst listening to Hull v Rotherham in the league cup. Hull eventually win on penalties, but make hard work of it, considering the opposition is from league two. The game finishes at six and Norman and I have dinner, the lamb casserole I made on Thursday. Perhaps the extra days slow cooking made a difference, but it is exceptionally tasty, considering it was mainly comprised of left over frozen vegetables, some dried soup pulses and brown rice. After dinner we have a quick walk down the lane and then get back in time to listen to Hull's Luke Campbell win a gold medal in the bantamweight boxing. It is the first ever Olympic gold won in Hull and the City is going wild in celebration. There is a victory parade on Tuesday and one of the old cream coloured telephone boxes in the indoor market is to be painted gold in honour of the victory. I seem to be just about fully recovered, but the real test will be how I fare with Louis tomorrow. I love the little chap but he is quite tiring. Still the forecast is for a fine day, so I think we may go to Bridlington.