Wednesday week.

Time for bed, goodnight Twittles.

If I was a bit taller I'd be able to pick me out in the crowd.

Very impressed, and pleased for you.

I never knew about any of this.

This evening we strolled through Kensington Gardens and back down the upper promenade. The new cafe and toilet block still have some way to go.

At junior school we had to do a drawing about cavemen, one girl did a lovely picture of a cave with a wooden front door & a letter box. (No, I wasn't at school with Liz Truss).

42 years ago today I watched Norwich beat Leicester City 4 1 at Filbert Street, Norman Leat with a wonderful own goal if I remember correctly.

Good morning folks, I do believe we've woken up in a new month.

Time to spend a few hours horizontally, goodnight folks.

You've got to feel sorry for Ipswich Town, their achievement being overshadowed by Bungay Town FC's promotion to the top flight.

I see what you mean!

Yesterday we had a rare dollop of sunshine, back to normal today though.

I suspect she meant to write filthy benefits claimants. She really is an obnoxious toad.

49 years ago today I watched Norwich lose 4 1 at home to Aston Villa.

46 years ago today, The Clash at Victoria Park, Hackney. I'm in there somewhere.

Good morning gang, the sun is shining brightly.

Chortle.

More Lowestoft beachiness, tomorrow's the last day Dennis can go on this bit so we'll head a bit further south.

Lovely down the beach this evening.