Last night I reckon I enjoyed the best meal I’ve had since Christmas lunch, a lunch which, looking back, could easily fit on to the list described here. Lyn took me to a pub called Crock Log near welling. Not The Crock log, just Crock Log, something which struck me kind of odd. Anyway, this turned out to be what I call a food pub, as opposed to a drinking pub. You know the kind of place. Anyway, I think it worth recording how nice the food was there – I had a huge slab of beef with lots of vegetables. Just what the doctor ordered. Mind you, I must add that Lyn found a huge hair in her meal, and it had to be replaced. This did, however, qualify us for free pudding, and, stuffed though I was, free chocolate cake is always welcome.

We both came back home stuffed, feeling much heavier than when we left. I didn’t think I’d want to eat all weekend. yet now, the day has dawned bright and sunny, and it is already rather warm. I can’t help but wonder what today will bring; I would like to explore Danson Park, which the pub was near. On the map it looks huge. Mind you, I don’t think I could eat another enormous roast – not today anyway.