You know you're getting old when you get up on Sunday, go to Church, then go to B+Q to sort out the problem with the strimmer they sold you three weeks ago (some of the important bits were missing from the box - not the first time I've had this issue with B+Q but in fairness this time it was Black and Decker's fault), go for a pub lunch in a nearby village, come home and then spend the afternoon doing "gardening".
In fact gardening consisted mostly of getting the strimmer to trim the very long grass, and then realising we probably also wanted a mower and a vacu thingy to clean the garden up properly. Oh, and about twenty minutes of psycho fun involving a hedge trimmer and two hedges that were blocking windows.
Lunch was at the The Plough in Mountnessing. It's the first time we've been there - I've driven past in a couple of times doing driving lessons, and thought it would be nice to try some of the pubs there for lunch. It was a pretty good experience - herself's cod was fantastic, though my garlic bread suffered from using margarine instead of butter on the bread. We both had the roast lamb - although the meat was nothing special, the gravy and vegs were fantastic. Verdict - we'll definitely be back (though next time we might need a reservation).