Feeling rather lethargic. Did emerge from house earlier in the day (after waking late) and went into city with Dot to buy a present for Amy. Ended up with a pleasant lunch at buzzing Caffe Italia. At a table near us a gentleman of Chinese extraction was trying to tell someone on his phone where he was. His pronunciation of Orford Street wasn’t spot on, but there’s many a Norwich person who doesn’t know where Orford Street is. Several attempts, including one by the waitress, didn’t seem to have the desired result. Suspected “behind the Bell Hotel” or “near Castle Meadow” might have been helpful, but nothing like that was attempted. Didn’t like to interfere. Later watched Formula 1 practice, in which Button did quite well in the rain, only to completely mess up in the qualifying session. British sportsmen certainly know how to frustrate their fans.

Yesterday we both went to see Lucy, who seems much better following her chemotherapy. Discusssed future of Paston Project, which is rather unclear. Bitter wind off the North Sea. Afterwards went to Bacton Church to see a model of the church that Dot donated many years ago (probably about 50 years, in fact) after it was given to her. It was the first I’d heard of it. Spoke to a couple of agreeable local ladies, one of who had lived on Aspland Road, of course. Who hasn’t? Last night Dot and I watched The Sting again. It’s still a great film. Anticipating arrival tomorrow of son and grandchildren. Amy’s birthday on Tuesday!