It’s Bank Holiday Monday, and we’re awaiting the arrival of the Robinsons, with whom we intend to play pitch and putt later on. It’s a dour, grey day, but according to my invaluable rainradar site, it’s not going to rain in Norwich, so we should be OK. Plenty of rain over the last few days: on Saturday I took a walk to deliver a chess cheque to Mike Read and it poured down at the only point there was no shelter. I can’t remember the last time I was so wet outdoors – so wet in fact that when Dot rang and offered a lift, I declined on the grounds that I couldn’t get any wetter and might as well complete the walk. Which I did: an unusual experience, and strangely the rain stung my eyes. Even more strangely, my tennis shoes proved to be completely waterproof. Fortunately it was not cold.

The previous day it had rained pretty much incessantly, which put paid to any ideas Dot might have had of entertaining the Higbees in the garden. Still, we had a very pleasant cooked lunch indoors. Yesterday we did start outdoors – at Roger’s house in Paine Road, with the usual suspects: Jessie, Philip (for a short while), Ray and Janet and their daughter and son-in-law. When the cloud darkened menacingly we shifted indoors for a buffet, at which I showed commendable restraint, if I might say so. We walked home in the gathering dusk across Mousehold, summiting St James’ Hill, where some unspeakable vandals have removed the view plaque dedicated to R H Mottram and had a good go at defacing the plinth as well. Colourful evening sky, which no-one could deface. Dot showed a good turn of speed in her trainers. (We had gone part way on the bus on the outward journey.)

Earlier that day we got a surprisingly large congregation (nearly 20) at church, where I found myself leading, preaching and interceding, with Dot on solo violin. A couple of new people who I hope weren’t put off!

I’ve sent off for a marriage certificate for my grandfather and the enigmatic Ms Steele, just to confirm that it happened. (It didn’t – see later posts.) And in other family news Dot and I have seen the DVD of Sam’s Nativity extravaganza, Who’s the Baby?, which was very good on the scripting and acting front, though the production values were not brilliant, unsurprisingly. The only criticism I would make is that it went on a bit too long. He certainly has a good ear for dialogue, and is a pretty good actor too. Nice to have access to so much acting talent.

Earlier in the week the assistant pastor at Surrey came round at mended our table leg, which is the sort of thing you want an assistant pastor to do. And Dot and I popped out to Caistor to have a look at the excavations, which end this week. Not terribly impressive, to be honest. We overheard a couple of archaeologists discussing which ditch had been dug by Atkinson in the 1920s (it had all been covered up subsequently), and it occurred to us that this was not something that should really have been detaining them. We did learn some interesting stuff though: apparently the town is much later than I thought (probably about 300AD), and by no means densely inhabited. They’ll be turning in their graves…