Today slow start due to a head cold...

Today slow start due to a head cold...

Well it went on for quite a while, I woke up, head heavy and feeling sick, got up, grabbed a cup of tea and some pills... Went back to bed for another hour feeling as if I never wanted to surface again!

Two hours later washed and showered, and on my way out, youngest grownup child texts – come over.

I type the excuses, see you tomorrow, feeling sick, out to get some air... I don't want to spread the head thing.

Its horrible.

Any who, never mind the rain I venture out to check it all over and get some more coffee from the other side of the city. The old quarter recently updated in parts, mostly in a mess, bordering on such delights as the Boar Baiting Yard, and other such quaintly named areas. The Yards are a feature of Norwich, being the start of the city as it is today, each merchant would keep a yard, mostly gated, and locked at night. Each yard was home and job to its occupants. Most of them would have had to be within the city walls, and inside the sweep of the river Wensum or close too on the other side, such as the now gone Dyeing Yard. Not all of them have survived improvements.... so called. The ones that remain privately owned have formed a tight community. A kind of who's who in Norwich. You can get the same result by showing your local card membership to a certain place as if by accident.

So down towards Magdeline St, the city is almost defunct, poor and coming apart. Yet its busy with customers at thrift (charity) shops, and amongst the surviving new goods shops too. Its amazing what and who you can find down there. Or who is tailing you down there... in and out of the shops. They looked like McD's, lost in Norwich. Its remarkably like the Shades of days gone by... I lost them in one of the charity thrift shops, they found something... takes two McD's to decide whether its worth buying and it takes a lot of time to work it out!

I stopped for lunch at the Cafe in the Corner, in Anglia Square (a newer build) a venture run by what looks like Bikers or Tattoo enthusiasts. The meal was surprisingly good, and the cafe clean and happy.

I found a book, and a cushion cover – the assistant was good enough to remove the cushion pad, and at home the whole thing washed up very well. Spotted an empty shop, and began to wonder if a specialist book shop could work... and how much it would cost to get it going... Good mental exercise if nothing else.

Got home to have to rush out again, I hadn't got enough in, to bake a birthday cake...