Amy completes the blowing out of candles on her fourth birthday cake, with Nana and Daddy looking on. Seems a long time ago now.

I did manage to get to church on Sunday and preach: I also played the guitar and stayed for lunch, but spent the rest of the day on the sofa watching television. Next day I didn’t feel so good, and this week has been very up and down. Yesterday I managed without any paracetamol, but today I’ve just taken a couple. Very difficult to pin down what’s wrong: just feeling fragile, with occasional headaches and stomach more peculiar than anything. What’s really annoying is that I have no stamina. I walked into the city once and felt very tired indeed afterwards. Today I’ve walked to the sorting office and round the block – not more than half a mile or so altogether – and feel quite fuzzy and tired. Annoying when I really enjoy walking and can normally do four or five miles with no trouble at all. I’ve just bought a new pair of shoes as a sort of vote of confidence in my recovery.

No doubt it will all pass and be quickly forgotten. We are due to go to Scarborough in just over two weeks, so I hope I’m feeling OK by then. Today Dot has been at a conference. Yesterday I drove up to Diocesan House with her and didn’t feel too bad afterwards. Tuesday we had ten (including us) for a meal, and it went off well.