Dot and Dave Evetts at or near the summit of a minor peak on Wiveton Downs, near Blakeney. About 145ft, and in case this does not impress you, it is a higher than a blue whale standing on its tail. Or its head. See earlier post for more details of this impressive walk.

England are now out of the world 20-over cricket cup, having allowed West Indies to score 80 in nine overs to win by the ridiculous Duckworth-Lewis method. Our captain, on being asked whether he had considered the weather forecast when he chose to bat, replied: “Certainly not.” My question is “Why on earth not?” It’s well known that the second team to bat has an advantage under Duckworth-Lewis, and it was pretty obvious that it was going to rain. England didn’t really impress, even when beating India.

We had a large amount of rain last night, and I had to go out in it to play chess. Clarification: I wasn’t actually playing chess in the rain, but I had to get through the rain to reach the venue. In the end I managed to draw after winning a piece for two pawns and failing to preserve the advantage. Rain easing off on the way home, but I still got wet.

I’m seeing the consultant privately tomorrow to clarify certain points about the operation I shall be having shortly. It’s hard to get over all you want to say during the ten-minute clinic slot, particularly when the guy you’re talking to hasn’t had time to read the notes (understandably). I understand it’s probably a cysto-urethroscopy, which has got to be impressive, hasn’t it?

Went for a curry with the Savignys on Sunday evening, after taking complete control of the service at St Augustine’s in the morning. Met at the King’s Head as usual and went on to the wonderful Ali Tandoori’s for (in my case) a chicken bhuna and mushroom bhaji. Excellent evening.