Yes, I’ve finished Amy’s story and printed it out. Looks quite good. Hope she likes it. Much of the last week has been spent on that and other paper-related work: not so much hither-and-yon as the previous week. That is about to change, of course, as tomorrow we head for Scarborough, and a few days with Dave and Julia. It has been mild recently, but I suspect Yorkshire may not be quite as benign.
One major change with which we’ve been only tangentially involved is Lucy’s move to Mundesley, where she has a house close to the sea on Paston Road. I haven’t been there yet, but she seems happy. As a result of her move she missed the Paston Heritage Trustees’ meeting on Thursday, which was held late afternoon at Rob’s house, with Carole (our membership secretary) and Peter in attendance. As neither of the latter two are technically trustees, it was a non-quorate meeting. Oh, yes, with the PHS it’s all or nothing.
We’re still in touch with Jonathan, who made two tickets available (for the price of one) for Dot and me to watch Norwich City play Aston Villa on Saturday. Not as much fun as it might have been: we started by missing a penalty and after that never really looked like scoring, though I think we were the better team. We lost 1-0.
On Sunday I was preaching, but other than that we had a quiet weekend, resisting the temptation to go to one or two events and continuing to catch up on mundane stuff. We did however pay a brief visit to Auntie Ethel at Welbourne: she seemed well and happy. Dot and Angela have got rid of most of her stuff from Hethersett, but obviously we can’t tell her that.
Back on Wednesday, my third attempt to visit Geoff at Bowthorpe Hospital was successful, and I had a long talk with him and Sophie. He seems to be progressing very well.
Yesterday I had a doctor’s appointment at 11.50, which meant I typically couldn’t get down to doing anything before then. He set a new record by being 50 minutes late, which meant my blood pressure was up – that and the fact that I’d run out of blood pressure pills on Friday. We are ignoring this, but I will be getting a hospital appointment for a sigmoidoscopy, which I am given to understand is precautionary. A certain amount of bleeding has happened, but I (and the doctor) think this has a more superficial cause.
In the afternoon Dot and I went into the city, and I paid in some cheques, then got a Christmas booklet from the Cathedral – but we don’t talk about that. Felt very tired afterwards. Less to do with the booklet than the walk, I suspect.
Today I have at last managed to book in the car for its air-conditioning fix. This will be next Monday, just too late to benefit from any hot weather that might accidentally coincide with our visit to Scarborough. Still, better late than never. We’re hoping for a hot winter.