Sometimes things just don’t go as you plan.

In the sunlight of the early morning we agreed to get shopping, DIY and ballet done by 12:00 and then to head off for a day at the seaside.

My side of the bargain worked well. I got a new electrical socket and pipe; fitted them; did some washing and got some shopping. I knew the other side of the bargain hadn’t gone as well as soon as I saw Martin’s face. Ballet had turned into a battle of wills and, on this occasion, Joanne had won. “I didn’t want to go”, she told me as she laid at the top of the stairs, a book in her hands.

So, the plans to go were put on hold until a day when it was more deserved. That’s how Richard and I ended up “working” in the study, me catching up on video and picture editing as he explored word processing, printing and email.

This evening K and I were due to go out for a meal but as we walked down the road the heel of K’s boot gave way and we had to abandon that idea and hobble home.

“Not out tonight?”, asked the chap at the Chinese at the top of the road as I paid for our order. “No”, I replied, “change of plan”.