The rest of yesterday

I had a brainwave when I got to the supermarket, and bought one of the bacon hocks that I enjoyed last time I had it. It went down a treat with the lovely local vegetables I'd bought at the village fete last Saturday. I didn't fancy watching anything so I read what Walford had to say about the Old Kent Road, and spent the rest of the evening looking at the plants on the balcony. I turned it at ten, exhausted after waking up at five that morning.