Vicky Myers dropped in at lunchtime on Monday to discuss Dot’s sewing machine, and yesterday Dot went for a walk with Anne, taking care to get back in time to go to Tasburgh for an Ofsted feedback. Meanwhile I was writing my pieces for November’s Parish Pump and catching up on other stuff, as well as watching some tree experts cutting down quite a few trees in the area at the top of the road. The experts are still there, but have been careful so far to omit cutting the branches that are overhanging our property.

Yesterday I went by train to see Andrew, which was in retrospect a mistake. Not that there  was anything wrong with Andrew, but the same could not be said of the train service. On the plus side, it was a beautiful warm day.

I got a first-class return, and the first very minor blip occurred on the journey to London, when there was no buffet car (you get free tea and biscuits in first class), and the replacement trolley took until Colchester to reach us. Not really a problem, and I made it on to the Tube in good time. Unfortunately the Tube train didn’t move, and it eventually transpired that there was a signalling failure, and it was serious enough for us to take another route. So I did. It was further, and took longer.

At Euston all seemed to be well; so I went to the loo and then bought a magazine for Andrew. Returning to the platforms I found that my train was delayed. It then transpired that all trains were delayed because of another signalling failure. No-one knew how long for; so I grabbed some sandwiches and ate them in the sun.

By the time I went back into the station, there were no trains out of Euston that afternoon. I made some phone calls, looked some things up and overheard some other things, as a result of which I made my way to Marylebone (walk to Euston Square, tube to Baker Street and complicated change, tube to Marylebone), where I eventually got on the 1440 to Birmingham Snow Hill. Because of the Euston fiasco, thousands of other people did the same thing, with the result that the train was incredibly overcrowded. As I got myself on to the platform early, I was able to get a seat, but some people couldn’t even get on the train.

At Leamington Spa somebody had got their act together and announced the link to Birmingham Snow Hill, via Coventry. That was late too, of course, and full up; so I stood all the way to Coventry: not far, but the average speed was somewhere around 20mph. The people sitting in first class were getting good service, but I was standing; so I didn’t get any.

So I reached Andrew just before 5pm instead of just after 2pm as planned. I spent an hour with him and took the measurements for some new trousers. He seemed fairly cheerful.

I reached the station for the return journey to Euston (or possibly elsewhere) and eventually caught the 1711, which was running well over an hour late and was – you guessed it – full to the brim. I stood all the way to Euston, and again received no first-class service at all. But at least it got into Euston in reasonably good time (considering it was an hour late), and the tube connection from Euston Square was working. After buying a baguette from Upper Crust at Liverpool Street, I caught the 2030, which was on time and not full. The buffet was open, and I got a cup of tea. Arrived back in Norwich, seated and on time, at 2230. Dot was still awake.

Meant to post this a couple of days ago, but the weekend turned out to be pretty busy, though not as busy as David’s. He’s been clearing out his house in preparation for putting it on the market: we had a FaceTime chat with him last night.

On Saturday we went to Jessie’s. She seemed bit improved, if anything, but the weather was not good; so there was no visit to the summerhouse. In fact the last few days have been rainy and windy: this morning is sunny, but still a little chilly. After getting lunch for Jessie we went to Sainsbury’s and then on to the cemetery, where we had another look for the grave of Dot’s grandmother Susannah, but we couldn’t find it. Dot put a new flower container on Doreen’s grave. She had sent away for it from Amazon, and it fit perfectly, which pleased her no end.

In the evening we watched Norwich playing away to QPR on Now TV (£7.99), and they won 1-0 after dominating the game. Satisfying.

Yesterday we went to church for Communion with Sarah and Anna (lectio divina), and after lunch decided to visit Lucy. Sad to say that Naomi has a dog, albeit a very small one. Good chocolate biscuits, though Lucy is still unhappy about the whole Paston thing and likes to talk about it.

Going backwards in time we come to last Tuesday, when we had our hair cut, then went up to church to meet Jim, the guy from Professional Music Technology who was going to look at our sound system. Unfortunately he was tied up; so we got rid of some loft stuff at the tip and Age Concern and then returned. Jim, who is a sound engineer, was extremely helpful with advice. We bought a new cable off him: he said a loop system would probably cost about £2000; so we decided not to pursue it at the moment. Really nice guy. Looked like a biker.

In the evening we had Cake and Compline at ours, but only the Archers and Judy came. Vicky didn’t have the date in her diary, and Claire was doing something in the garden…  As it happened we saw Vicky yesterday: she came to church with the children and with her mum, Helen, which was nice. We also have a couple of new members of the congregation: Marjorie, an old lady in a wheelchair, and her daughter-in-law Sharon.

Last Thursday I road-tested a hearing aid by taking it up to the T-Junction and having a cup of tea with Dot. The background noise was louder and so was my own voice, but it didn’t seem to make much difference to my hearing Dot. Rachel at Boots thought it wasn’t making enough difference; so we agreed to have another test next year. She wasn’t at all pushy – happily, since the cheapest hearing aid came in at £500.

Later we went with Anne and Philip to Ivy’s and had an excellent meal. The desserts in particular were outstanding, and the service was really good. But because we hadn’t been able to get a booking earlier than 8.45pm (I think that’s the reason) I had a very bad night, with some acid reflux, which I hadn’t had for ages.

We had another meal out on Friday at the rather earlier time of 7pm. This time it was at Neville and Mary Thrower’s off Christchurch Road. They also invited Adrian and Jane O’dell. Mary is in the orchestra with Dot, and Neville, Adrian and I were at school together. Lovely evening. The roast fig starter was especially good, and so was the conversation. Dot bought a couple of bracelets off Jane, who makes them.

Earlier in the day Paul came round for a coffee and stayed for lunch. He seems a bit down but has completed the move into his flat successfully. We later heard (from him) that he had entertained both his children over the weekend, and that this had gone well.

This morning Dot is at Brooke school, and I have just received an order from Jarrolds for five more Paston books, which I will take up later today. I also have some Parish Pump stuff to write and quite a number of e-mails to catch up on. So that’s all right.

I have completed three Apple Photobooks – one for our Golden Wedding celebration at Dereham, one for Canada, and one for Kristine of pictures I had of David Coomes. I sent that to her last week, and she seemed pleased with it. The Canada one is still on order.

The heat is on again – by which I mean the temperature is up, and there’s a warm wind. Apparently this is related to a hurricane on its way across the Atlantic, but we should be far enough away from it not to suffer too much. Meanwhile, today has been very pleasant, and we’ve been to see Jessie again – she seems pretty well – taking in a visit to Sainsburys. She has quite a few visitors, and Roger is back from Cornwall. He took her to Walcott yesterday.

Dot has taken to clearing the loft again, which means there’s lots of random stuff lying around, including quite a bit I don’t remember seeing ever. Could someone have been breaking into our loft and leaving electrical equipment in there?

Back to last Wednesday: Naomi turned up for afternoon tea, and stayed till around 5.30pm, thanks to our fascinating conversation (actually she is very interesting to talk to). The next day I popped up to the Castle to check arrangements for the weekend (for which, read on)  with various staff, including Anna McCarthy and Dannielle and Annie. This was followed by a  hearing test at Boots, which was done by Rachel Raven, who is very jolly and comes from Bungay, though with a personality and name like that, she should be the heroine of a Mills and Boone novel.

Turns out I have moderate hearing loss, but excellent cognition. I don’t know whether to be overjoyed or disappointed. Anyway, she wants me to return with Dot so that I can try out a hearing aid in a crowded mall or restaurant. It may help a lot, or it may not. Back at our house, the new vicar came for a cup of tea, and we had an interesting talk.

Saturday was the big day: I started by going up to the Castle to hear Liz McDonald speak on Margaret Mautby-Paston. Pretty good: afterwards I chatted with her and with David Archer, and with Anna and Annie, who was leading the exhibition tour later. I then had a rather lifeless scone and some crips (plus an excellent cup of tea) from the Castle café, which is still not sure whether it wants to be eccentric or just plain inefficient, or both. Later I met Jude and a friend, which was nice.

My main purpose in being there was to lead a group round some Paston sites in the city, but there was some confusion about how long this walk would be, how many could join in and where I should take them. Apparently it was originally arranged by Lucy, then superseded, then resurfaced after something else was cancelled. I was a bit concerned that the numbers would be huge, but in the end it turned out I had about 16, which was OK.

We took in the market, the Guildhall, St Andrew’s Hall, St Peter Hungate, the Paston house on Elm Hill, the Maids Head, Whitefriars and the Cathedral, which wasn’t bad for 45 minutes. In fact it was 90 minutes, and a few had finished early and slipped off (after apologising). All went really well, on the whole. Meanwhile Dot was watching Norwich City beat Middlesbrough 1-0; so that was good too.

Yesterday I was leading the service and preaching, because Phil was away. Went pretty well. Afterwards Dot and I church-sat, because it was heritage weekend. Had a couple of interesting conversations, and met someone who was born in Earlham Hall, as I was. A couple of children (brother and sister) played hide-and-seek in the church while we were there – Leroy and Stella, who I misheard as Levi and Sarah, possibly because I thought subliminally that children playing in church should have biblical names, but more likely because of my hearing problem. We suspect that they stole a couple of quid from the donation jar, but they disappeared after that. I had a good look round the back of the church and discovered a door in the wall. It didn’t go through to the inside, but I guess  there’s a kind of storage cupboard there.

Afterwards I wrote a poem.

Pause. Catch breath. Dot is at a meeting at Diocesan House, and Naomi will not arrive until this afternoon. She wants to talk to us, as so many people do. I am not complaining about this. It is lovely to have so many friends. Anne came yesterday afternoon, and instead of getting some work done while she talked to Dot, I found myself joining in the talk. The problem with me is that I have no discipline. One of the problems.

The big event yesterday was Oliver’s 16th. It is unbelievable that he is now legally old enough to marry. Fortunately he has no immediate ambitions in that direction – as far as I know. At 16 he should be a sullen adolescent, but instead he is as nice as ever. We went to Caddington on Saturday to celebrate his impending birthday, sharing the event with the Coomes family. We ended up playing football and netball on the hard  court over the road – miraculously without injury. Dot and I took some buffet food for lunch, and David and I went to Sainsburys to buy sausages and a few other things for an evening meal.

Really nice day, during which we discussed David’s plans concerning Canada. He is intending to put his house on the market and buy an apartment in Canada,  renting a place in Aylesbury while the children are still at school. At present they are decluttering the house and getting rid of quite a lot of stuff. Obviously a huge change for everyone, but I think it could work out well.

Returning to yesterday, I also went up to the Castle to hear a talk on the Pastons and their treasure by Dr Spike Bucklow, which was extremely good, containing material I didn’t know and also well delivered. The placed was absolutely packed. Met Anna on way in, but she went in the staff entrance; so I didn’t see her again.

Later I spent a great deal of time reinstating a rail in the wardrobe in the guest room, which had broken its retaining fixtures.  The replacement ones I bought were a tight fit, and getting the whole thing up again was very testing, especially as my electric screwdriver appears to have broken. The result was not as good as I would have liked, but I don’t think it’s going to fall down in a hurry.

We’ve been to see Jessie twice in the last week – first last Friday (fish and chips) and then on Monday. She doesn’t seem too bad and can walk around the garden using her stick, but the district nurse came when we were there on Monday, and Jessie told her she had four months to live – not something she had ever told us, though she did say she wasn’t worrying about Christmas presents. Very nice nurse (Tamsin): Jessie is certainly getting a lot of help. Roger is back from Cornwall, but we haven’t seen him. I think he sees his mother nearly every day.

Last Thursday we went to watch the England Under-21s game against the Netherlands at Carrow Road. Not a great day: it rained and actually got cold in the evening. Fortunately we had anticipated this and dressed accordingly, but the match was pretty awful – 0-0.

On Sunday, with Dot busy preparing for today’s meeting, I drove to Lowestoft and read some poems at the Seagull. Ten people performing; so it lasted a long time. Most of the usual suspects were there, doing the usual things. They may have to change the title (“Fresh Words, New Voices”) soon. I read After the Coyote, Wolves, Canadian Insects, Ancient Cedars,  Island Lake, and Since You Left – the first five inspired by Canada and the last one about Kristine and David Coomes. All were quite well received.

The other major event of the last week involved my ears. I went for a hearing test at Boots (with Dot, whose hearing was predictably OK), and was told I had so much wax they couldn’t do it: I had to go to my GP practice to get it removed. First, I needed a couple of weeks’ treatment with olive oil to soften it. I hope you’re following this.

I rang the GP, who said they didn’t do it any more, but Boots did. I rang Boots back, and they said they didn’t, but were training people. So what should I do? I could ring Nick, who had a mobile number, but no address and no surname. Putting aside my qualms, I did this, and found that he was a nurse specialising in ear problems and did have an address, In Magdalen Street. I fixed an appointment  with him and asked about the olive oil. Don’t do it, he said. It makes matters worse.

So I stopped doing it. After some trouble, I found the address in Magdalen Street, but having gained access to the building by tailgating I couldn’t find Nick, and there was no receptionist. I wandered round for a bit and eventually (after a couple of failures) found someone who knew where the Ear Clinic was. So I zeroed in on it and opened the door, to find Nick in the middle of an interview with another patient.

Not put off by the no-frills approach, I waited, and Nick turned out to be Greek (this is a guess, but I wouldn’t mind betting), and a very pleasant guy, who lost little time in removing my wax. Apparently olive oil just gets behind it and hardens, though it’s perfectly OK to use it if you don’t have wax – once a month or so, to keep things lubricated. Apparently I have a very narrow ear canal. I now have another appointment at Boots, tomorrow. A whole new ball game. My ears are quite crackly. I think it’s the olive oil.

And here we are, back live. Dot is at a DSSO meeting in Easton, and I have just been up to the Archant pensioners’ coffee morning, at which Maryta confided that she and Paul had split up. I revealed that I knew, and M then moved on to give Robin and Shelagh the shock news while I talked to people I knew less well about their holidays (and ours).

Yesterday was a lovely warm day, which we spent largely at North Walsham, having lunch with Jessie after walking to Sainsburys and back. Something happened on the way back that I would have put well beyond the bounds of possibility: I told off a driver for driving too fast.  He accelerated fiercely up to us as we were crossing the road and told us we should be using the zebra crossing. I pointed out the error of his ways: it’s people like him who get people like me, who drive quickly but reasonably, a bad name. We did not come to blows, however.

Jessie seemed a bit better: we spent some time in the summerhouse. Her throat has improved, but she had a nosebleed before we arrived, which is a bit worrying.

In the evening we had a large meeting of the DCC, which went on until 10pm. Happily it was at our house. I can’t remember much of it, but Howard and Anna arrived over an hour late after getting stuck on the A14, coming back from Cumbria (family funeral). Nikki was driving.

On Sunday we were at church as usual, and gave Elwira a lift to High Green afterwards before popping round to see Joy with her birthday presents. They were about to have a takeaway lunch with Birgit and Joe; so we didn’t hang around. After lunch we drove up to the Plantation Garden. It was another beautiful day, and the Community Choir were singing, which included Chris from across the road and David Archer, whose wife Bridget and friend Heather were in the audience.

Very informal. After the choir we got what we came for, which was a performance by Colin Payne and his wife of songs such as The Boxer and If it Be Your Will. Colin is a fellow chess player, and we had gone in response to a round-robin e-mail from him. I was pretty impressed, especially by his voice, and encouraged by the fact that he used lyrics and chord sheets. Lovely afternoon in all.

[written Aug 31]

Today is Friday, but I can’t get the delusion that it’s Saturday out of my head. I thought yesterday was Friday. And so it goes on. Still can’t log in to my Blog or website, but what I thought was a scam using the Easily website was actually genuine, and I’ve now paid my bill. Walked up the city today to buy a book for Jessie, some chocolate for Joy and some fruit for us (Victoria plums and blackberries from the market). Met Des and Chris on the way back, as I so often do, wherever I’m coming back from.

Norwich lost 3-0 to Leeds last Saturday, but during the week beat Cardiff City 3-1 away in the League Cup, which is an excellent result. Dot also got her new glasses last Saturday; so she is now restored to full equipment after her losses on her Canada flights.

Bit nerve-racking having to preach in front of the new vicar last Sunday, but it went OK. Quite a good congregation, too, considering quite a few were at Greenbelt. Later in the day Dot and I went round to Elwira’s to help her friend Agata with her thesis on Tea and Literature, on which I’m obviously an expert. Agata is not a merry little soul, but Elwira had another friend present who was. She also had some very creamy  cakes, one of which I managed to eat. I’m not sure my advice to Agata was helpful, but I jotted down three pages of notes on the Monday and sent them to her. Hope she does well, but as she got her own e-mail address wrong, I have my doubts. Or perhaps she didn’t really want me to be involved… Elwira can be hard to argue with.

On Monday Dot went on her own to see Jessie and did quite a lot for her, not returning until just before the Hendersons arrived for afternoon tea. This went OK, but the following day Paul came round on his own to say there had been another bust-up and he had decided to leave M. This he will do next week, following the visit of his Australian friends. He’s looking for a flat and is considering the one that’s vacant in Aspland Road. M is taking this surprisingly calmly. Meanwhile, David has returned from safely from Canada, to the delight of his children (and parents).

On Tuesday Dot went to see Paul Dunning, her “boss” at the diocese, and he was very enthusiastic about the work she’s doing and wants her to train some guy to spread it around other schools. This is mainly collective worship led by children. If there was any justice Dot would be in charge of a department at the diocese and earning large amounts of money, but there you go. She’s doing a lot of good, and has time to clear out the loft.

In the evening I went up to Hungate for a talk by an expert on the church (and other Norfolk churches) – Dr Nick Groves. Interesting and not a little eccentric. Rob and Penny were there; also Matt, Karen, Rebecca and Jude. I walked home with Jude, who was interested in Jessie’s condition. I am trying to get her to come to other Paston events. Jude, not Jessie.

On Wednesday we went to the cinema and saw Adrift, which was surprisingly good in view of the limited cast. Bit of a rainy day, but I got my steps in!

Yesterday, which was Thursday despite my belief that it was Friday, Dot and I both went to see Jessie, who seems relatively perky, though she has a funny throat. I helped her walk to the garage to see her new freezer, which was clearly pretty exciting for her. We also went to Sainsbury’s twice (once for her and once for us) and after the first visit Dot bought some fish and chips, which we took back to Jessie’s and consumed. Excellent quality.

While Dot was buying it I disposed of cardboard and paper that Dot had ejected from our loft earlier, then got rid of some non-recyclable stuff in Jessie’s black bin. After leaving Jessie we went to the cemetery, where we encountered a gentleman who had a grid with all the graves on it (he was trying to find service men’s graves for Remembrance Day). He was quite keen to locate the graves of both Dot’s grandfather and grandmother – both of them unmarked. I took pictures; so now we should be able to locate them next time, and maybe put something on them.

Have arranged, almost by accident, to spend a couple of days at Fred and Sue’s caravan at Beeston Regis next week. And, not so much by accident, today marks a triumph in that August has been my best month’s walking in the last year – over 90 miles, and it’s not even midnight yet. If I had the energy I might make it to 200,000 steps. But I don’t think I have. (I hadn’t.)

[written Aug 25] 

You’d think we were well over our Canada trip by now, but last night was one of the few since then that I have got a good night’s sleep. Would probably have slept longer too, but Dot had to get up to go and receive her new glasses at 9.45, and afterwards she suggested we visit the Ivy; so I went up and we both had a glass of wine and some sourdough bread. In fact because they were a long time with the bread, we got three glasses of wine and some olives too (the latter items on the house). The Ivy – an offshoot of the London restaurant – opened this week in London street, and we were pretty impressed. Great look, and plenty of attention. Chatted to two bar staff and some others.

Afterwards we went up to the Castle to see the Paston Treasure exhibition, which was pretty good. Will probably go again. Shortly Dot will go to Carrow Road.

Quite an eventful week, as the weather has become gradually cooler (it poured with rain yesterday for a while). On Monday I played my knockout chess game against Dave Dempster, and despite getting a good position from the opening I managed to lose it through making a move slightly too quickly and overlooking something. Still, I fought on for nearly 50 moves and had some chances. Left my score sheet behind by mistake and had to ask my opponent to send me a copy.

On Tuesday we had our hair cut and then went to see Jessie with Jude. Car park full but I was lucky enough to get a space when someone pulled out in front of me. Later we took Judy to Cake and Compline at Claire’s. Claire had a slight medical emergency, and so Dot took her to the walk-in centre while Judy and I ate cake and had a pot of tea, but they returned fairly quickly. David and Bridget were also there.

The next day we had a surprise visit from Fred and Sue, who arrived while Dot was up at the West Norwich getting her legs looked at. We walked up to the Cathedral Refectory and had tea; Dot joined us a bit later, with legs in good shape. Later I dropped her at the hospital with Jessie’s going-home clothes, which Dot had washed, and she got a bus home. Later still Dot went to the Norwich-Preston match, which ended 2-0. Our first win of the season.

Thursday we were on the road again, taking Phil to Coventry to see Andrew. Dot and I shared the driving, and it wasn’t a bad journey. Stopped both ways at Cambridge Services, and on the way back had a snack at Patisserie Valerie. Andrew was quite well and liked our present – a National Geographic book of stunning photographs. Andrew took him a collage picture of his family, which he’d done pretty well.

Yesterday Dot had a massage early on with Verena, and I wrote my sermon for Sunday.

[written Aug 20]

Our plane left late on Tuesday; so we went for a walk and then packed, following which Roger and Barbara took us for a drive over the Caledon hills – first to Hockley Village (where I barely got out of the car because I was feeling temporarily a bit under the weather), then to Violet Hill, by which time I had recovered. It was very warm. We got out and looked in the local shop, Granny Taught Us How, which was delightful and a bit like something you might find in Blakeney.

We left for the airport around 6pm and eventually met up with David, Chrissy and the kids in the departure lounge. We followed Oliver (and David) in getting our baggage labels and then dropping off the bags (we had checked in online earlier, obtaining neighbouring seats by comparing notes on Facetime). Then, after a bit of reluctance from Amy, the four of us went through Security (all of us except Amy being stopped for checks), waved goodbye and headed for gate C32.

There we ordered some food and drink at the iPhone café, and all went smoothly and more or less on time. Gatwick was much quicker than Toronto, and Dot managed to leave her glasses on the plane this time. However, Oliver and Amy had no problems, and their mother was waiting in the Arrivals hall. After we found the right phone, our lift arrived, and we were taken back to the hotel and our car.

We still had to get home, of course. On the advice of our shuttle bus driver we stopped at a nearby pub for focciato bread and tea and coffee, then headed out through some ludicrously slow speed limits which made driving much harder, especially if you were already very tired, which I was. No real hold-ups, though, and I just made it to the M11 Services without going to sleep (though it was a close thing). Here we took a quick nap before continuing, and eventually arrived home without further incident by about 5pm.

Here, however, we discovered that our fridge-freezer was off and had been for a few days. The trip switch had been triggered, possibly by a thunderstorm. So we spent an hour or two clearing it out and putting spoiled food in the food caddy. Just what you need…

The last few days have been a bit hazy. I haven’t been getting enough sleep, except for Friday night, when we both woke up around 11am. The next night I got about two hours, and this morning I woke at 6am and couldn’t get back to sleep. Head is buzzy and I feel very heavy, which bodes well for my chess match tonight. Not.

Thursday was mainly taken up by buying Dot a new iPhone 8 from O2 (and cover from Apple), plus ordering a new pair of glasses. Then at 6pm I went up to Jarrolds for a book launch featuring Keith Skipper, Chris Fisher, Bill Woodcock and one or two others. The book was published by Adrian Bell, and he, KS and CF gave very good speeches. An Archant old boys’ photo was taken afterwards, and I had a chat with Adrian Bell’s wife, who I hadn’t met before. (Adrian, aka Mousehold Press, published a couple of my tanka collaborations with Joy; he is also a chess player.) The book, incidentally, was Harbert’s News from Dumpton, a collection of Norfolk dialect articles by former EDP London editor Maurice Woods.

On Friday we grabbed a moment to go round Des and Chris’s and thank them for looking after our plants, but I can’t remember much else. Must have been to the shop at some point. We also heard that Jessie was in hospital. Roger came round and told us she’d had a fall, and as a result of the subsequent scan it had been discovered that she had some cancer spots in her brain, and the prognosis was not good. We went up to see her at the N&N, and she was mostly cheerful and looked well enough, though this was clearly deceptive. She is having radiotherapy as well as steroids this week.

On Saturday Dot went into the city to see Anne, but returned in time to listen to Norwich City losing 2-1, thus completing an opening three games of =1, -2. Oh, joy.

On Sunday we crawled to church for a contemplative communion, and I sang one of my songs (I lift my eyes to you); afterwards David Cannon asked for a copy of my song book! Quite a good attendance, but Howard was painting Anandi’s boat. Afterwards went to see Phil and thank him for part in plant-watering, and we stayed for a couple of hours. In the evening we watched the rest of Picnic at Hanging Rock, which was mysterious.