Found myself an emoji tree.

Being trolled by my wife’s aunt who is currently in NZ. #TreeClub

Not a fan of spiders. Small has taken it upon herself to leave this in strategic positions around the house to see how I react. So far this morning she has got two swears and one yelp.

Fair rolled into town. Money rolled out of my account. Small smiling like The Cheshire Cat.

When we go to friends Small is insistent that we ‘take something’ and rustles up some concoction. Commendable. It’s gone too far now. She’s put this together and is bringing it to Tescos with us. Just in case.

It’s officially Autumn. The yarn bomber decrees it so.

The slow cooker has been dusted off and is sat there doing its thing. Beef and ale stew when we get home from work today. Just need to Chuck some dumplings in, rustle up some mash and Bingo.

The whatsit that does the thingy is broken l, can you fix it? That’s my morning.

Mooch about in the field with small tonight, catching a beautiful sunset. Saw three of the biggest bats we’ve seen. Carried on mooching. Saw a donkey. Played a bit of footy. Saw some pals. My evening in a nutshell. I’m a fan of evenings that pan out like this.

Blood given. Biscuits eaten. Thank you and good night.

Spent the morning crabbing at Wells. Forgot how much fun that was. Completely destroyed by small. Both emotionally and financially. Foolishly agreed to 50p a crab. Had to borrow a tenner from The Boss to pay my crab debt.

Few more from the evenings wander. Cromer tomorrow. Probably some pictures of crabs and a pier then.