Earlier today, when we were on our way to church, it was 10.10 on 10.10.10, and there were rumours of computer bugs going round. But nothing happened (as far as I know), and it turned out to be a lovely day: blanket blue sky and quite warm too. After church, where I preached on thankfulness and praise (I was thanked and praised afterwards), Dot and I went to the White Lodge at Attleborough for a birthday lunch for Joan (Beales). Quite a large company attended from as far afield as Tewkesbury, and we somehow got to sit on the top table with Peter and Joan and Rosie and Roger. Nice pub Sunday lunch (roast beef) and good company too. Spent quite a time at the end talking to Rodney, Angela and Vicki. Rodney asked me about switching to Apple, and I was enthusiastic. Being such a computer expert – or at least the father of one – obviously gives my words added weight.

Yesterday we were supposed to go out for a meal with friends, but the friends were ill, so we went to Prezzos, which was pleasant and pretty full, which is somehow reassuring. I had earlier done a walk of about three-miles-plus, around the Hall road area mainly, and ended up feeling a bit tired. Don’t think I’ve quite got rid of whatever it was I had a couple of weeks ago, but paracetamol works well. Have written a couple of poems over the last two days – one new one called Cold Comfort and one reworked one called Days of Innocence. I’ve entered the latter, with an earlier one called This is Not Home, in the Troubadour Poetry Competition.