So that was the coronation weekend and now it's back to normality which today for us means looking after granddog Reggie who I refer to as Sir Reginald Dog Esquire.
Sir Reginald is a cheeky chappy although he has settled down a lot from when he was a rampaging puppy. He still watches for the opportunity to run off with socks and other items. He will often forage in bags when you aren't looking.
Family and friends think we should have a dog because we love them so much. But there's a big difference between having one for the day or visiting them and owning one. We just couldn't be tied down by a dog, much as we love them.
Yesterday was a very busy day. Popped down to the Methodist church for a coffee and then dropped in at the village coronation picnic and party at the village hall to take some photos for coming publications.
Then it was into Norwich for Norwich City's last match of the season - yet another home defeat, this time against a team that have been relegated - Blackpool. Most people were there to say farewell to Teemu Pukki who is leaving the club. Only three players in the history of the club have scored more goals.
With grandson Elliot playing cricket, we took granddaughter Poppy to the match. We talked about any number of subjects from writing to how to make canapes, 20-20 vision to women's underwear. Yes seriously. She wanted to know which bra I preferred in an M and S window display. I think I can really say that we have a great relationship. She said I am odd which I take as a compliment.
And so to the next part of the travelogue. Tomorrow I will have some more travelogue photos.
Most of Seville is across the river from us. We are staying two nights in a lively and quite trendy neighbourhood called Triana which is along the banks of a river with a pretty unpronounceable name. Our room is in a delightful building in a delightfully narrow street.
The river was busy during the evening with people sculling and rowing and pleasure boats galore just like the Norfolk Broads!
Arriving late afternoon meant we stayed in the neighbourhood for the evening. First off was a beer at a local outdoor cafe.
"It's very refreshing" said the other threequarters.
"Alcohol dehydrates you even more," I said helpfully, noting that it was 5.30 pm and the temperature was 33 degrees.
We ate at another outside cafe on the side of the river. Got there at 6.30 to be told they didn't do food until 8. So we sat and watched the world go by and there was quite a lot of the world going by.
At one point we were "entertained" by a guy with a guitar who then asked for money. Only problem was he was awful.
"I could do better than that," I said to the other threequarters."
"But you can't play the guitar or sing," she replied.
"Exactly," I said.
The food was rather strange. We had a pork cheek stew which was pretty good but the other dish was some kind of deep fried croquette of ham and cheese which tasted very salty as you might expect from those two ingredients.
Prices in Seville are a lot higher than in Cordoba although they are still good value. Our meal of two main courses, bread and a beer and bottle of water came to the equivalent of just over £30.
We have noticed that Spanish people still eat late. We are used to eating early which can be a good or bad thing when in Spain. It means you can always get a table at an outside cafe if you go around 6 pm but you may not be able to order food for a couple of hours. By 9 pm everywhere is packed and we are usually thinking about slinking off to bed, tired out by humping a heavy case from one city to the next.
Soon we will be on the road again as we swap Spain for Portugal. That means a bus from Saville to Faro and then a train to Lisbon where I think we will have the luxury of a three night stay rather than two. We might be able to take a few more things out of the suitcase and hang them up.
But first, in tomorrow's blog I will tell you about our day in the capital of Andulucia.