
The atmosphere has been unsettled recently. Last Thursday saw a mixture of dry but windy weather, followed by rain in the evening. I finished my Parish Pump articles – on the Tea Act, David Livingstone, Bob Dylan and the creation of Israel – and went for a walk down by the river, picking up some lentil crisps on the way back. As I arrived back I got distracted by Michael and Margaret on the subject of the strange proliferation of Turkish barbers, with a word in passing from Ciara. So I missed Bridget’s arrival. Dot was making a cake for Sunday. Watched the last couple of episodes of Gold – excellent – then a documentary about it (the Brink’s Mat robbery at Heathrow). Also put the previous episode of this blog on the page with pic and drop cap!
Friday was blustery, with a few drops of rain here and there. Dot did some more gardening, and I paid Phil the second instalment of Andrew’s money. Tried to put my share in my ISA, but for some reason that didn’t work. Kim dropped in on her way to the station and gave us a ticket for Sunday’s concert – requiring us to find someone to give it to. We already have tickets. After lunch we drove to Mannington so that Dot could go to a textiles exhibition organised by Penny. I went for a walk on the estate – mainly on a beautiful boardwalk, where there was a hide overlooking a lake. When I met Dot out (nice to see Penny and Rob) I took Dot down to the boardwalk. Heard that Sam didn’t get the job at Norwich School – very disappointing for him. Quiet evening watching TV.
Saturday was again blustery with some rain, but not too cold. Oliver is in Canada, and Amy FTd us – we talked about her driving and her plans. Dot finished in the back garden, and I sorted out the charity cash. Took a long time – then walked up to the sorting office to post the cheques.
Sunday was coldish, but mainly dry. Church in the morning, having survived the transition to BST successfully. It was Steve’s birthday – good to have him in the band. Howard did an obscure sermon on Ecclesiastes. Graham looked nonplussed. After lunch watched Unforgotten, which is really very good. Saw a bit of England’s 2-0 win over Ukraine, and later the Boat Race – female and male, both won by Cambridge. Went to Theatre Royal for the aforementioned concert by Swedish Philharmonia – brilliant, especially the Serbian violinist who played Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto. Sibelius Symphony No 2 was also excellent. Went in a taxi with Mary, who we gave Kim’s ticket to. Remarkably her seat was right in front of me. We walked home.
Monday was mainly bright and dry, with a chilly wind. Had a very bad night, but got up in time to go to church: more remarkably, Dot got up in time to take me. Chatted to Steve and Ray in particular, but no Leanne, no Nikki and no Bible study. Walked home at 12 (Steve accompanied me to the bus stop at Anglia Square). Wrote several e-mails and did some reading: also watched quite a bit of TV, including Grace. Dot went over and had coffee with Sarah, plus chatting to Colin about her garden plans. Worrying.
Tuesday was miserably wet and cold. Dot went to a headteachers’ conference at the Cathedral – an annual event which always delivers something interesting. Problems arose for anyone coming in on the Trowse bypass, because of more council incompetence with temporary lights. Anne missed her train, but parked here after Dot had gone and caught a later one. I went to Roy Hansell’s funeral at St Luke’s. Sarah Q was there and also the rarely seen Kibbles – Val in some difficulty after a recent spine op. Had a few sandwiches and cup of tea. Wrote a piece for my website and tidied up a poem. Dot brought me home a spicy beef quiche, which was nice. Watched quite a bit of TV, including A Hard Day’s Night and an episode of Unforgotten, plus a documentary on anti-war activists in Russia.



