After the exertions of Saturday, I was stiff and slow on Sunday; a peaceful morning pottering in the house; tidying, washing and sifting through the photos of the day before. 

Around midday I went to see her; weekly shop o'clock and then after dropping her, came home and back out on the bike to head up the hill to her's for dinner. 

We had a quiet afternoon (G was out with her 'uncle') and then ploughed through a mammoth portion of gammon joint / potatoes / cauli cheese before all hell broke loose. 

Spitting, kicking, hitting, swearing.  Not pretty. But order was restored; took a while, mind. 

Then home; to sleep.