A proper Saturday, a cafetière of strong coffee, boiled egg with toast and the Saturday Telegraph to start the day.
Eventually Clare and I dragged ourselves out to the supermarket where we met several friends and probably spent longer chatting than shopping.
Home to a lunch of soup and a sandwich before an afternoon of shouting at the TV, me that is, as England took on Australia at rugby.  
In the evening, dressed in our party frocks, we headed off to the Falmouth Hotel where we were amongst the guests of honour at the Cornwall Parachtue Regimental Dinner & Dance.
A great evening mixing with remarkable people with great stories to tell that will soon be lost unless recorded.
Taxi home at midnight, coffee and bed.