The writer, writing

As ever when we have things to mull over, to mourn, to celebrate or simply to give thanks for Rol and I head for Take5. Which is what we did this evening as it has finally sunk in that we have actually (thanks to a maturing insurance policy which performed extremely well) finally repaid the mortgage on our little, tatty, lovely house.

The house we feared we would lose not too long ago when Rol's self employed work dried up and my employer was unable to pay my salary, the bank were being absolute bastards and we could not afford to buy food. Neither of us feel smug - we just feel extremely fortunate.

As I was waiting for Rol to arrive I noticed George tapping away on his laptop. I first met him in 1997 when I moved to Norwich to manage Norwich Puppet Theatre and he was chair of the trustees. I have no idea whether he was working on his latest masterpiece or fannying about on Facebook.