HMMM. THAT DIDN'T GO...

... according to plan!
Lunch at Heighley Gate's new pasta pizza place didn't happen, mainly because we turned up just after the entire population of the North East sat down to order and were then told that it would be at least half an hour before we would even get a starter. So, as neither of us were prepared to wait, we went to Marabini's - only to find it closed, and then ended up at Gianni's where we had an okay(ish) meal but felt depressed by the gloomy lighting (supposed to be romantic I suppose, but just looks like they're too mean to put the lights on) and dowdy decor that hasn't changed since James was a toddler.
After that we did a few chores in Morpeth, then rushed back so Charles could get on with his reports and I could watch the tennis. However, you'll notice that, carrying on the theme from earlier, I'm not actually settled down in front of the telly enjoying the match and am in fact, still prowling around like a cat on hot bricks for some reason.
The latest eye examination would appear to show a very slight decrease in the swelling, so I'm hoping that given a couple of days, it might be back to normal without the intervention of the doc!