Lowestoft in July

Back in the old routine. My days consist of getting up at about 7.00 laying tables for breakfast, serving breakfast, clearing up the plates, loading the dishwasher, tidying the dining room and kitchen then going upstairs with Sue to clean and change the rooms. we are usually done by 10.30. Then we have breakfast and decide what to do with the day.
Shall we go down town or go to Norwich? Shall I do some jobs - hoover the garage, clean and stain the decking?
At about 12.00 we have lunch and then 10 minutes on the settee (usually nearer half an hour). Then I check emails - nothing usually, play the guitar for a while and plan lots of other crackpot things to do such as:
Buy a bungalow for Dad - this plan almost got to signing point before Sue's 4th sleepless night in a row and the fact that Dad didn't really want to move made me realise it maybe wasn't such a good idea.
Make my own wine again - something I used to do about 30 years ago, I am going to use the bottom of the boiler cupboard as a fermentation area and make a wine storage rack in the garage that has a carpeted top, bottom and sides with a small heater in it to keep the wine warm and dark. It sounds like a bit of a fire hazard and the boiler room will stink.
Sue is making no objections as she is probably counting on this idea going the same way as all the others, but I have bought a book and am on the lookout for a hydrometer to measure the specific gravity. If you take the s.g. at the beginning and end, subtract one form the other and then multiply by 7.4 (I think) you get the % proof.
"It may taste like socks but it's 17% by volume and it only cost 50p a bottle" - bargain.
After this it's time to open a bottle of (bought) wine and think about tea, have a go at the crossword and Soduko maybe go to the pub, maybe see a friend and then bed, usually by 10.00 if we don't go out......
It's funny how now I'm home I can find very little of interest to write about, which is wierd because lots has happened whereas in Thailand nothing much happened. I guess it is just the same old 'same same' to me back here and I don't think anyone will find it interesting.
We did go to the 'Latitude Festival - http://www.latitudefestival.co.uk/home/
It was good fun, we saw a great Poet called Murray Laughlan Young - http://www.murraylachlanyoung.com/
and lounged about listening to some good bands in the Uncut Arena.
I did have an interesting conversation whilst cycling up the pedestrianised high street the other evening on my way to Tescos. It was quiet and another guy was cycling along too.
"This is the way to travel" I said.
"The last time I was on one of those bikes I was in Holland" he replied (I have a 'Giant' in the old sit-up-and-beg style) and so I slowed down to his speed and settled down for a nice chat for the next few minutes before I reached the shop.
"Did you see the arrest on the beach" he said,
"No?!"
"This young lad was giving the police some lip and eventually they got fed up and arrested him, there must have been 50 of them"
Something in the way he said it made me think he was deadly serious and probably anti police
"A bit of an over reaction you think then" I said tentatively
"I suffer from MS" he replied. "The other day I cycled up to O'Reillys (Irish Pub) and laid down in the doorway for a rest because I was tired. Do you know how many police it took to arrest me?:.... thirteen!"
"Well here we are I said, I'm going in here, nice to talk to you."