Wednesday was a calmer day, and dry. Andrew’s block of pictures arrived and looks very good. In the afternoon Dot drove me up to Essex Street so that I could interview Alan Harrison, 91, about his desire to wind up the CNSOBU. Had a very interesting chat, which I recorded as well as taking notes. Afterwards I walked home down St Stephen’s, which looks a terrible mess.

Shortly after I got home Dot left by car for Anna’s to have a chat with her followed by a safeguarding meeting with Howard and others. From there she drove straight to orchestra. Meanwhile I cleared up the house and caught up with some other stuff, mainly e-mails that had piled up. When Dot got back we watched some of Teacher’s Pet, an old film which was excellent. It’s about teaching journalism! Dot’s knee seems much better.

Thursday was very wet to start with; a hail shower later, then mainly dry. Cold. Dot went to Yarmouth, and I walked up to church for a chat with Carrie, Graham and Leanne, Nicky and Alison – women who want a Bible study, and me to lead it. Caught up on computer in the afternoon, including the news piece on Alan Harrison (used the recording). Finished watching Teacher’s Pet, which was excellent. In the evening we drove to a meal at Graham’s – excellent food and a good chat: gave him my AWA renewal info, but he didn’t seem bothered and was keen to be encouraging. Watched a programme on the Big Freeze of 1963. Nearly 60 years ago!

Friday was brighter and not quite so cold, especially later. Dot drove me to church for music practice, stopping on the way so that I could pop promised poetry books through Nic Golding’s door in Magdalen Road. Phil, Matt and I played some worship songs, then a couple of mine, then a caelidh. Meanwhile Dot was driving to Brooke to see the head there. Out for drinks with Des and Chris at 5.30pm – well wrapped up. Then in for a meal followed by listening to City lose 2-0 to Southampton – having failed to get it on NOW TV, which has developed a fault. Watched the last episode in current series of Death in Paradise. Not one of the best, though it had chess in it.

Yesterday was a strange day: woke very late – it was sunny and looked quite pleasant, but neither of us went out of doors. We were busy catching up with various things that needed to be done on computers. Sent off my Harrison piece to Harrison for checking. Sent some money for Chrissy to buy a birthday present. Dot spent a lot of time working on DSSO reports and compiling and sending an e-mail to all church members about the music group. Watched Scotland lose to France at rugby, and later saw the last two episodes of The Promise, a very good French thriller with a minor motive flaw. Why would a policeman accept the word of a very strange girl that his daughter had been complicit in a murder, and then kill himself? Wouldn’t he have asked her first? Also watched Vera. Had seen it before, but they’re always good.

Today was sunny again, but with an icy wind. I know that because I went outside. To church, then after lunch for a stroll down to the Julian Bridge and over it to get my steps up and observe what a mess the council is making of King Street. I’m not sure what is more annoying – the mess, or the inordinate time it takes to complete the work. No-one in authority seems to care if roads are closed, and the work is funereally slow. I can only assume that they are trying to blind us to how bad it will be when it’s finished on the assumption that we’ll be so relieved the work is over that we won’t care.

On the plus side, had a good long chat with David on FaceTime; he is thinking of getting rid of his flat in Aylesbury, because the rent is going up. Dot has been working hard on school reports and e-mails to heads. News all about Ukraine – strong sanctions by other countries: hope it doesn’t tip Putin over the edge. Watched last episode of Trigger Point and an excellent documentary on the Nazis against Stalin (0-1).

Extremely windy few days, with Storm Dudley giving way to Storm Eunice and then Storm Franklin. Mirrors events in Ukraine, where war has started on the borders. We are safely back in Norwich, but Dot has injured her knee and is not totally mobile, and I have an odd pain in my back all of a sudden. I expect it will fade away. That’s how it will be.

Last Thursday Dudley was fading away towards evening, but it was chilly, mainly because of the wind. Dot spent the morning at church talking to Leanne and Nicky, two new members/visitors. All went very well, and hopeful that they will come regularly. Carrie was there too, of course. In the afternoon she went for a massage from Verena. I put together a collage of pictures of our family for Andrew, and did another Paston letter. Also wrote a couple of poems – first drafts, anyway. Bridget came and did some cleaning, mainly in the bathroom (she now has Covid). Dot got back when she was nearly finished. In the evening we gave Judy and Eleanor a lift to Cake and Compline at the Archers’. Everyone was there except Vicky. Later watched some Winter Olympics, in which male curlers made sure of at least a silver medal. Walked 4000 steps indoor. Bit worried because I had some minor cold symptoms, which have persisted. Not too bad, though. Window cleaner came. (No connection.)

After an iffy night I felt better on Friday, now riding out Storm Eunice. Lots of wind and rain, but managed to get to church to do some music practice with Matt, Phil, Emily and Dot. There’s been a lot of trees down and flooding, but no real impact on us yet, much to the indignity of Amy, who Facetimed us and David at the same time. Apparently Aylesbury was rather worse hit, and their garden fence was blown down. Edited another Paston letter and a page on Mannington. Watched some more Winter Olympics: suspect Jonathan opposite is watching it most of the time, including late night and early morning. Watched another Vera, but we’d seen it before, and not too long ago, I suspect. Filled dishwasher up with salt and Rinse Aid; also cleaned the filter.

Saturday was a horrible day – mainly wet and cold. Only went out to the bin in the evening, but did quite a bit of walking indoors. Tried to palm off a Paston letter in Latin on Paul; and discovered e-mails from Anne Coomes had been diverted into the Junk folder. No idea why. She rang, or I wouldn’t have known. As a result did one and a half articles for her during the day. Norwich lost 3-1 at Liverpool after being 1-0 up; and Spurs scored in the 95th minute to beat Man City. Watched another couple of episodes of The Promise, which is excellent. Men got a silver medal in curling, with Sweden winning on the last end. Dot had safeguarding meeting by Zoom in the morning, lost connection halfway through, then rejoined.

Sunday was another unpleasant weather day. Now in the midst of Storm Franklin – the real deal (geddit?). Heavy rain and wind all day and still going strong near midnight. Went to church in the morning and led service: there was discussion about rearrangement of chairs in the hall, and I had to haul them back to the business in hand (worship). Dot prayed.

Howard preached, and afterwards Dot and I went with Anna for roast lunch at the Golden Star. Very nice too: we talked about the music group, but I’m not sure we came to any real conclusions. Didn’t get home till well after three. Watched the film Angus, Thongs and Perfect Snogging, and it was surprisingly good. Also watched the last of the Winter Olympics, including Eve Muirhead and her girls winning gold in curling. Watched quite a bit of football too, and the last episode of the current series of Call the Midwife, which was OK. David FaceTimed and we had quite a long talk on football and social community (I think). Still felt a bit under the weather, but it might be the weather.

Monday was still very windy, with bursts of rain. Drove to Coventry to see Oliver and Andrew, but rang Minster Lodge first – apparently Andrew’s not doing too well at the moment. Took a lateral flow test – negative. Dot drove to Cambridge Services – quite windy, but not too bad. I drove the rest of the way, and we arrived just after 2pm. Nice room but nowhere to plug in charger.

Met Oliver at Wellness car park, and we walked to his flat, which is nicely appointed. Cold wind.  He ran through some of what he was doing – impressive. Walked back to the car, and we drove to the hotel, where we walked by the stream, which was very high. Then into our room (No 3) and on to the restaurant, where we ate at 5.30pm. Service a bit slow, but good food, though portions were on the large side. Afterwards Oliver fixed a few computer problems before we took him back to campus, taking in Beanfield Avenue and The Chesils. He also showed us where he would be living next year – looked good, and not far from campus. Drove back to the hotel, feeling very tired. Dot’s knee troubling her, and my sinuses were not at their best. Went to bed early. Wind has dropped a bit.

Yesterday was showery, but not so cold. Bad night, but breakfast very good. Drove to see Andrew: he wasn’t so well, as we had been warned, and I had a chat with a supervisor about him. His voice is odd, and he has difficulty walking. They’re waiting for results of a blood test. We watched part of a video with him (Wild Britain). Left about 12.20, and I drove to Anglesey Abbey, where we had lunch:  I had a sandwich and a can of wine! Dot had a scone and tea, and drove from there to home. Her knee has been pretty bad, but it doesn’t affect her driving. We got home about 4pm after filling up with petrol. Still not feeling great – a bit sniffly. Watched a lot of TV after unpacking: last two episodes of Chloe, which was quite good, and an episode of Trigger Point, also quite reasonable. Dot made a blackberry and apple crumble.

Today is nondescript outside. Our photographs on canvas have arrived and look very good. They will go to Andrew next time I see him.

Lots of good things happening. My passport, driving licence and birth certificate have arrived back safely from the DBS people, and Amy has done a project on vaccination, which she has texted to us. The window cleaner is now in action outside, and after several attempts I’ve managed to order a collage of family pictures on canvas for Andrew. The doctor told me yesterday I could stop taking beta blockers, though my (not particularly high) level of cholesterol means I have a one in three chance of having a heart attack in the next ten years, which by my calculations means I have a 2 in 3 chance of not having one. So I’m not taking statins.

On the down side we are in the midst of high winds. Yesterday was pretty fierce, with some rain (though it was quite mild), and tomorrow promises to be much worse; so we will be keeping our heads down. Before the winds got up too much yesterday we went to Morrisons and stocked up (just a normal shop – not panicking!). Later I booked a room at Baginton and e-mailed Oliver to check we’re ok for next week. Later while Dot went to see Anne and then orchestra rehearsal, I cleared the kitchen and music room fairly thoroughly, organising the songs for Sunday as I went. Watched a bit of music – Nick Cave and Emmylou Harris mainly.

To get back in some sort of order… Last Saturday was very cold, and windy, but dry. A case of wine arrived at 9am! Had our hair cut at lunchtime, and I had a bath. Went to Carrow Road for a teatime match against Manchester City , which we lost 4-0. Didn’t play too badly, though. Went with Des, who left at half time to go to the theatre, and Matt, who came round afterwards for supper: Dot did carrot soup, her own bread and pavlova. Delicious! Afterwards watched Wales beat Scotland at rugby and the City game on Match of the Day. 

It was still fairly cold on Sunday, with rain in the evening. Church in the morning: I preached again – turned out much better than I had feared! Anna and Howard back from Mexico. Quiet rest of the day. Watched some football and Winter Olympics, plus another episode of Trigger Point, which is quite tense. Took part in a Zoom meeting with Howard, Anna, the Cannons and Matt, listening to a prospective speaker for the Meditation Centre. Wasn’t very impressed, and in fact we have decided against. Had quite a long chat with David (and a bit of Chrissy) on FaceTime just before it. Caught up with e-mails at the end of the evening.l

Monday was a pretty miserable day, grey and raining from about midday. Very few steps for the second day running. Or in this case not running, or even walking. Spent a lot of time on Paston editing, and wrote a piece for my website on road closures. Had smoked prawns for evening meal and discovered that neither of us really liked them. Watched two episodes of Chloe, which is intriguing because you don’t really know what the lead character’s motives are. Earlier watched the first part of what looks as if it might be the end of Call the Midwife, which featured a horrific train crash. Caught up on Winter Olympics.  Still no medals.

Tuesday was another pretty miserable day, weather-wise. Hardly set foot outdoors, but managed over 5000 steps indoors. Lots of rain. Carrie came round at 11.15 and we had a near-two-hour discussion about worship songs. We ended up with two or three books and a CD of sheet music. Quite tired – tried to sort some of our music out but lost momentum and we watched some stuff on TV, notably two episodes of a new French thriller, The Promise, which is excellent. Winter Olympics is still going, and we still haven’t won a medal. Mary Thrower rang and invited us to a meal.

Monday was cold but dry. I wore my rezipped thick jacket for a walk up to the Rosary. Dot went to the garden centre, and Peter Stibbons came round for a coffee and biscuits, but mainly so that I could sign off the accounts. He left just before Dot got back. Dot cleared up the garden while i walked. Watched Trigger Point, some rather tedious Winter Olympics, full of non-sports like freestyle snowboarding, and an excellent documentary on Daniel Barenboim, the conductor/pianist. He came over very well. Wrote to Alan and Rosemary: the former apparently is not so good, the latter better after having the tube in her stomach removed.

Tuesday dawned much warmer and sunny. Drove out on the Spixworth road to see Rosie. She was in good form, though she has a lot of back pain. Had tea and cake, then looked round the garden with Dot. Rosie has lost eight dogs and gained three. Current total = four. Had a good chat and promised to go out in April. Afterwards went to look for Roughton Heath, where Einstein was hidden in the late 1930s, but access was going to be difficult; so we postponed it and drove home.

In the afternoon we walked into the city, and I bought a couple of things but failed to find suitable shoes. Left Dot looking round M&S, and she eventually bought some slippers from Hotter. I walked home. Both pretty exhausted; so when she got home we lay down for a while. In the evening we watches two episodes of Chloe, which was quite mysterious and well done; then a bit about Ben Fogle living briefly with a head teacher who had upped and gone to be a crafter in the Shetlands. To me, being a head teacher looked a lot less stressful. Have been getting some strange head pains in my left ear region. Bit annoying.

Wednesday was not too col. Dry. Didn’t feel too well –- same as yesterday. Wrote most of sermon. Had bath in the afternoon and took paracetamol before going to football match in evening. Helped quite a lot. Went with Paul and met Jonathan there. Norwich drew 1-1 with Crystal Palace but could have won with better finishing. Met Des on the way back – he’d been to match too. For some reason single file traffic had been reinstated at lights. Huge tailback from Riverside. 

Thursday was colder; didn’t go out except to post papers through Des’s door. however did 4500 steps indoors. gradually felt better during day. Rewrote part of sermon and chose hymns. Dot went to Worstead School but I stayed in case her new trainers from Hotter were delivered. Actually arrived after she got back. Bridget came to clean. Watched end of Screw – which was very good – and a short film by Laurel and Hardy (Oliver the Eighth) that was very funny. 

Yesterday was cool but quite pleasant. Dot visited Phyllis and then went to shop. I completed my pointless DBS thing and sent it rather nervously, with passport, birth certificate and driving licence – together with a letter for Andrew and a birthday card for Dave Evetts. In the afternoon I edited some of my poetry book and sent it off to Paul, then Dot and I went to Bishops for a Valentine meal, which was delicious. Afterwards watched Vera and a programme about a river in Spain.  Having an e-mail discussion with Carrie about worship music.

Wednesday (2 Feb) was dry and coldish. Anne came round and Dot went for a walk with her while I translated a rather complicated Paston letter from Peter’s version of modern English into mine. Hard going. Philip R is in a bad way, and Anne is wilting a bit under the strain – unsurprisingly. In the afternoon we went to the cinema to see Kenneth Branagh’s Belfast. Very well done in black and white, with great performances by everyone, but the boy and his mother in particular. Cinema was very cold: they apologised, but we endured.

Des’s reiteration of my letter about the unnecessarily closed lanes of traffic got a response: they reopened them. Amazing. in the evening Dot went to orchestra, and I put together some stuff about my experience as an AWA so that I can do it for another three years. Typical C of E bureaucracy. Watched another episode of The Responder, but have to admit I find the consistent blasphemy offensive. And I’m not easily offended.

Thursday was a bit milder, but with a chilly wind. Had blood test in the morning from a very chatty and likeable nurse. Apparently they’re testing for just about everything. Did all the charity giving, and after lunch we walked to the Bishop’s House, where I posted my DNS form through the office letterbox. Walked home along the riverside path. In the evening Paul came for meal. I cooked chilli, and Dot did rhubarb soufflé. Had a good relaxing chat, and after he left we watched Screw, which continues to be excellent. Earlier watched the last episode of The Responder, which was very good. Pity about the language….

Friday was very wet at first, but by the time we went up to the church hall to practise with Matt and Phil, it had stopped, though there was still a chilly wind. Played the hymns for Sunday and some ceilidhs. Put together some more retailed stuff for AWA renewal on my iPad, then lost it – spent ages trying to find it, then it popped up from somewhere; so I copied it and put it in my Notes. Wish I could work out how Word works on iPad. Watched an old film, The Big Steal,  which was good, then The Bay and Death in Paradise, two very good series.

Saturday was cool and windy. Went food shopping at Morrisons in the morning, after which Dot did a roundabout walk home, and I picked up my cold-weather jacket with a mended zip from Dickson’s at Hellesdon, an excellent shop. Dot and I arrived home at the same time! Half-prepared hymns for tomorrow. Norwich beat Wolves 1-0 away in the Cup – bit of a surprise. Watched a programme about the Dordogne river and two episodes of The Teacher. Bed late. Hymn books bought from ebay with £20 gift from Chris Denton have all arrived. 

Yesterday started off windy with heavy rain, but the latter relented by the time we went to church. Had to park down Chatham Street. Congregation of 21 – two new people. Liz led and Carrie “preached”: I did the prayers. Spent a bit of time afterwards talking to Graham’s mother Sian, who has a lovely Welsh accent. Later watched some winter Olympics, interrupted by FaceTime with Andrew, assisted by Jade. He had just woken up at 3pm! Later watched some football and rugby and the two final episodes of The Teacher, starring Sheridan Smith. Quite tense, but some of the motivation didn’t really work and the ending was poor. David FaceTimed – had  long conversation about government, political decisions etc. Trying to persuade him to write a book. 

Quite windy recently – especially elsewhere in the country, where people died last Saturday when trees fell. Not so cold, though. I walked up to the Rosary and put some flowers on the family graves, hoping they wouldn’t blow away. The flowers, not the graves. Walked home via Rosary Road to check signage at the bottom. Idiotically it says Rosary Road is not a through route (CCTV) and access only, but if you’re coming down from the roundabout there’s nowhere else to go! Complete idiocy.

Rewrote part of m sermon (I was still not sure about it) and caught up on e-mails, as well as sending out the final rota. Late in the afternoon Dot walked up to Morrisons, and I drove up later to bring back shopping so that she could walk home. Watched Lucky Jim, which was pretty funny, then the final two episodes of Hidden Assets, which was brilliant. Dot’s Mum’s birthday: she would have been 102. David contacted Dot to make sure she was all right – very thoughtful. I’ve finished reading the Cohen book, which was fascinating, although I’m not sure the author quite “gets” Christianity.

Sunday was cold, but there was some sun. Went to church and preached as well as playing guitar (during the latter I cut my finger, which made me feel like an old blues man, which is probably what I am). Preached a sermon on fear that had been bothering me all week (the sermon, not fear), because part of it was anti-mask, but to my astonishment no-one was wearing a mask in church today. The sermon worked out well, and everyone seemed to like it – or the ones that didn’t kept quiet.

After lunch Dot walked to Boots and bought a couple of things while I cleared up generally. We then spent some time at our computers. I wrote to one of our councillors complaining about the mess that is the roadworks on Riverside. Also wrote a piece for my website and included a fairly new poem. Unexpectedly we booked a holiday in Malt Cottage at Snape in June, partly so that we could go to a couple of concerts. Only one seat left for one (Nicola Benedetti); so Dot is going. Carrie rang to say someone who was at church for the first time really liked my sermon. Chuffed. 

On Monday there was a very cold wind, but it was dry. Strong NW wind and high tides resulted in beach losses at Hemsby and Winterton; flooding at Lowestoft. Finished Graham Bradshaw’s book in bed this morning – interesting in that it reminded me of the Acton Gazette, and of a dream I had a long time ago centred on a newspaper office rather like the Gazette but situated where the old Norwich Central Library was. Bizarre. Caught up with quite a lot of stuff on the computer (again) while Dot went to Morrisons to buy food for tomorrow night, when we’re having people round. Later did some updating to my Princess story. FaceTimed with David as he drove back from the farm shop (Chrissy holding phone). Watched second episode of Trigger Point, which was so tense I went to sleep. Then a Storyville on Germans looking back at life as or with Nazis. Quite revealing. 

Yesterday was warmer, but it was still windy. Drove down to the Town House, where Archant pensioners now meet, and had tea and – because of a misunderstanding – a small fried breakfast and then a bacon wrap. Bit much. Robin (now 90) and Shelagh were there, but not David, Bill or Brian and Tricia. Spoke to John Thompson, one of the printers, quite a bit. Was reminded that Archant is now for sale again, and Prospect House is a shadow of its glory days. Very sad. Dot walked up to Cary’s Meadow, where I picked her up. We skipped lunch.

David and Bridget, and Judy, came for evening meal, and Dot did an excellent repast – carrot and watercress in an orange sauce with halloumi; then salmon and spinach tart; then pavlova. I was invited to get a new DSB certificate and filled out a form by ticking “no” several times and then signing it. Rigorous stuff, and a complete waste of time IMHO, especially as I had to print off the document and deliver it to Bishop’s House (haven’t done that yet).