Once there, I slept in a hotel all on my own, in a bed so big that (ironically) it could have fitted all the Lattes in it without anyone getting kicked in the face. I woke up, drew the curtains, got back into bed and read, giggling from time to time. No-one was going to start shouting about breakfast. Not only that, someone was going to make mine for me.
After breakfast I wandered around the city. It had snowed on and off all the day before, but in the morning it was sunny and bright.
I took a photo for the Lattes of the street where part of the film Stardust had been filmed.
I went in the antique shops and the second hand bookshops. £2.75 I spent. Norwich will be glad of my trade. Now I have been there, the local economy is soaring.
I was in Norwich to go to a funeral - not the best reason to visit anywhere. But a good reason to remember not to be complacent - to appreciate today, and the joy that a comfy bed, sun glinting off snow, and £2.75 can bring you.