It’s 10.15pm, and I’ve already put my watch forward for BST, so it seems quite late. Dot has not been well today: it started as a dizzy feeling, then her head was very heavy, and now she has a bit of a sore throat and has gone to bed. I’ve been feeling a little odd myself, but then I am a little odd.

The theatre on Thursday night was enjoyable. Because it was rainy, we drove up and parked just after 6.30pm, then wandered into the Mall – bumping into Simeon Care and a friend of his on the way – and then back to the theatre for a leisurely drink. The play was Enjoy, by Alan Bennett, which was brilliant, especially in the hands of Alison Steadman and David Troughton: at times eye-wateringly funny. The ending was a bit artificial, but you can’t have everything.

Yesterday Phil drove me to Coventry for a meeting with Andrew’s care worker and a couple of other people from social services. This went very well, but it was supposed to include Andrew, and he had gone out about ten minutes earlier – despite being told not to – and never put in an appearance. If I had been on my own I would probably have waited another half hour or so, but Phil was keen to get going, and I could see his point: there was every chance Andrew wouldn’t return till around 6pm. Don’t yet know when he got back (I possibly never will), so I’ve written him a letter and sent him a few photos from the holiday. We got home about 6.20pm after taking a detour to avoid a long stationary queue on the A11 between Barton Mills and Thetford. Quite a bit of rain on and off, and a succession of rainbows on the way home.

This morning after posting off Andrew’s fees (I had forgotten to take them yesterday) I went into Norwich to buy a couple of birthday cards and a book for a friend’s birthday, as well as a copy of The Times, in which Holly’s wedding featured prominently. Beautiful picture and a good article too.  I have a famous goddaughter.