Al was woken by a phone call from the delivery driver, who had arrived at the shop to find that the flat above the gents' hairdresser opposite was on fire and the road was full of fire engines. Of course, he couldn't get to the shop to make his delivery and Al, realising that he wouldn't be able to open up this morning, asked him to take everything back to Norwich. He got on his bike and went in to find out what was going on.
Al enjoyed his day off. We went and had lunch at the café at the garden centre. The woman who runs it already had an established catering company and the food is jolly good. Al and Dilly wanted to go to the cinema this evening, so I offered to give the children their tea. Weeza and family were coming over, but ended up arriving quite late so I suggested we all ate at about 6 o'clock - fortunately, I'd bought a couple of pounds of sausages and some bacon, and I added carrots, chips, tomatoes and macaroni cheese to the menu. The children were all really good and ate lots. Now that Pugsley has stopped being difficult about food, he's much happier and so are mealtimes generally. They are also extremely good about going to bed, and each chose a book for me to read, I chose a third and then gave them ten minutes to read to themselves before switching the light off.