The serially unemployed, but eminently employable (we like to think), Dozybeen joined up with us as her man was working and she was at a loose end in the afternoon on Saturday.
Nicky arrived in Plymouth by train, having been on a flying visit to her mum's and I met up with the pair of them at Jo & Matt's pad after I'd finished the stupid-o'clock shift. Once we'd collected tickets for the ballet from the Theatre Royal, we ambled to the Cremyll Ferry and took a smidge of luncheon at the Edgcumbe Arms.
The place has been with its current owners for a while now - and they're doing a grand job with the menu. One of the nicest steaks I've chomped on for a long while. Not the cheapest option, not by a long chalk as far as pub grub goes, but if the fare is good I don't mind paying.
Dozybeen collapsed into her dressygown almost as soon as we got home - and the resultant photo shows her in elegant mode.