Look East: It's my Dad's 65th birthday tomorrow, so I'm making the pilgrimage up to Norfolk today for a special family meal. Normally this wouldn't be a problem, other than the 100 mile journey there and the 100 mile journey back, but today life is conspiring against me. Best Mate is over from America this weekend (as you'll remember) so we were out on the town rather late last night. My plan had then been to get the 10:30am train out of London up to Norfolk but, oh no, not today. Today there are major engineering works between Ipswich and Norwich so a new timetable is in operation and I have to catch the 9am train instead. Not good. Not good at all. I've had just over three hours sleep, and now I face a mystery tour on one of those ropey coaches the rail companies only drag out on non-special occasions. I'm going to be a zombie all day, no doubt, and in grave danger of slumping into my carvery gravy over lunch. And then, after a super family-type afternoon of birthday celebrationing, it's another nightmare coach and train journey home again. I'm starting to see a couple of advantages to being 65 - cheaper rail travel (which is all this travesty of a journey deserves) and no work to fall asleep at on Monday morning.