The last weekend of March saw an unexpected visit to see GT on the Friday night then going home to shower and change before heading off to photograph Marlyn: her outfits were mainly rubber dresses – photos to follow!

Then change and back to meet GT at Waterloo as we were going to the Blueprint Café for a romantic meal for two. They were taking part in lastminute.com’s London Restaurant Week so I thought we’d give them a try and we were impressed: great food for both of us (a meat-eater and a pescatarian).

A nice drive back to Epsom where GT and I went to the pub for lunch … before heading off to another pub for the rest of the afternoon in the sun.

This weekend started with me going straight from work to collect GT from Waterloo: yes, we were going to another participating restaurant, Le Pont de la Tour overlooking Tower Bridge; a restaurant I’d been to before with colleagues. Obviously, when you buy a decent bottle of wine and a few liqueurs, it adds up to a few quid, but the food and service were excellent and our romantic meal was made all the more special by us sitting outside in the warm summer evening on the Thames.

Instead of heading back to Waterloo, GT decided to stay over at mine, so we grabbed a taxi and headed back and spent the next few hours getting to grips, shall we say, with a Lush Fever massage bar – it’s really a plus to go out with a qualified masseuse and sports therapist! After grabbing just a couple of hours’ sleep, I drove GT home, we grabbed breakfast and then I headed off to Norfolk to see my ‘kids’.

Pre-match lunch at Nando’s as usual then on to watch Norwich completely overwhelm a bunch of under-performing men from North Lincolnshire (hmm, who does that remind me of?) by way of their 6-0 victory over Scunthorpe. And yes, there I was standing loud and proud at the front of the Barclay on the telly later: pity my Sky box didn’t record it!

Sunday saw Jack score an excellent goal with a header before we headed off into Norwich for lunch at John Lewis before buying some more luggage for our forthcoming holiday in the sun.

Then back to the apartment to watch MotoGP and a decent film with a big dinner and wine.

Life is good!