I found myself in Norfolk overnight attending the twentieth anniversary dinner of a company I've done a lot of work for over the years. Admittedly I featured more in their first decade than their second but it was nice to join in.
 Reader, there was revelry and a certain amount of drinking involved. I shall not write of such things but it falls within the scope of this diary to note that the venue was a fine old country house with walled gardens, a croquet lawn and sylvan glades.
 I rose early this morning and wandered down to the boating lake where I lingered awhile in tranquil contemplation. Then I returned to the house in search of strong black coffee.