Dot’s been working very hard preparing a presentation to head teachers for next week at the Diocesan Office. She also did an assembly today at Hapton. Retirement? Who needs it? I popped into the city to pay in a couple of cheques and also look for some birthday presents for Amy: got a couple of things, but felt extremely tired for some reason. This has not been a good week: although there hasn’t been a problem with keeping going, I’ve felt quite weak and shivery at times. Bit better this evening, though. Getting some ideas together for a journalism course for Anne to use on her parish-pump website. Looked through some of my old material and came over all nostalgic. Same sort of thing yesterday when I encountered about 20 Archant people at Julia Carter’s funeral at Horsham St Faith’s. Chatted to various weekly subs, Trevor Heaton and Terry, among others. Ivor Harvey gave really first-rate eulogy, and the vicar was on the ball too. On the way there tried again to catch Brian, but no sign of him, or anyone else. House gave every sign of being at least temporarily unoccupied. Several phone calls and visits over the past few weeks have been unsuccessful. Mystery.

In the evening Dot and I went to By Appointment for a Jazz Evening. The jazz was pretty good, and the food was superb – best meal I’ve had in Norwich for some time. Excellent evening, marred only by the discovery this morning that they didn’t deduct the deposit from the bill, so they overcharged us £30. You might think I should have spotted this, but I sort of assumed they would only charge the card if we didn’t turn up. However, the Barclaycard account arrived this morning, coincidentally, and there it was. I have written to the restaurant.

Dot was out most of Tuesday afternoon and evening, so I cooked the meal for the Tuesday Group. No-one died, so that counts as a success in my book.