Plenty of socialising in the last few days, with pleasant weather to accompany it. Matt is now lodging with us – so that’s continual socialising, though he is out most of the time (London for the weekend). He’s absolutely no trouble, even when he forgets his keys. But in addition…
On Saturday, a glorious summer day, Heather C was ordained deacon in the Cathedral in a magnificent two-hour service (with mitres) which featured my favourite hymn (I the Lord of sea and sky) and possibly my top Bible reading (Isaiah 6). I went with Matt, but several other St Aug people were at the Cathedral, chatting in the Cloisters and then at the Maid’s Head afterwards for a congenial party. Other friends too – including Mark and Suzi Heybourne, with whom I had a long chat – and to my surprise Philip Butcher, former chaplain at Norwich School Chapel, who coincidentally is married to the Rev Heather who is Heather C’s new boss: ie vicar at Cringleford. Delighted to see him. He’s hardly changed. Great party, which continued till 3.30, after which I walked home in the blazing sun and flopped out. Dot was unfortunately not with us, as she was at a Teach First exhibition and focus group at Reading on behalf of Philosophy4Children – also very successful, so a good day all round.
Another party on Sunday afternoon, this time at Poringland Comunity Centre for Peter Wright’s 75th birthday, and his son Clive’s 40th. Had long talks with former friends and neighbours from the village, including people from David’s generation – Barty, Keith and Peter Jary, as well as Elaine and Clive, of course. Clive is now living in Tuckswood with Sharon, a former parent of Dot’s (as she would put it) at Tuckswood School. Peter has a new partner, Helen, and a new baby. Keith has a girl friend in Mauritius, and Barty is now studying plant science. Also spent time with Jarys, Barbara, Bernard and Mary and of course Denise and Peter. Really enjoyable in a nostalgic way.
Yesterday, after a very hectic day which included Dot spring-cleaning the house, we entertained Menita and Regis for a kind of farewell meal: they are leaving for Paris at the end of the month. Went very well (starters outside in the garden), despite their arriving about half an hour after we thought they were due, which meant the food was less than hot. Delightful evening, with Menita very Italian and surprisingly passionate about politics while Regis tried to keep the lid on in a very French laid back way. We now have a standing invitation to their French home, Naples and so on.
The reason it had been such a hectic day was that my aunt Kathleen died early in the morning. We had been to see her on Friday, when she found it very hard to communicate, and we felt she was on the brink. As it happened, we were probably the last people apart from the nursing home staff to speak to her. When Paul was called on the Saturday morning because she was “deteriorating”, she was already unconscious and never came to again, as far as we can tell. She was 90 and had been struggling; so death must have been a relief to her. During yesterday I contacted various people, including her stepdaughter in South Africa, and dealt with several calls from Paul. I also collected the death certificate from Bowthorpe health centre – a real trek in the severe traffic which has been engulfing the city recently, with people looking for new routes because of several road closures.
Today we have just had our hair cut, and I am due to register Kathleen’s death this afternoon, before dropping off the certificate to Paul. Other tasks yesterday included buying a Homebase voucher for Donna (I was reminded by a chance phone call from Howard, to whom I later delivered it), dropping off clothes for cleaning, and then paying in cheques, getting some more currency and buying a football to take to Canada as present. I should be getting enough exercise.