Funny few days. Haven’t been feeling particularly well, but not sure why. Today my stomach feels odd, but I hope to be well enough to go to Caddington this afternoon.

On Wednesday, after Dot had been to Park Farm and I had been for a short walk, we went to the Queen’s Head in Hethersett for lunch, and I had a sort of brunch. Slow service, but the food was good. Dot dropped me off in St Augustine’s afterwards, and I paid the church cheques in at the TSB, then walked home. Felt completely flaked out when I arrived. Weather was quite mild – maybe I was too warm!

Yesterday we had two unexpected visitors (in the sense that we only knew about them shortly before they arrived). First came the Hendersons, who are on the verge of buying a house on Ipswich Road: Dot felt the call to make some rock cakes, which were very nice. Then my great-nephew Elliott made an appearance, accompanied by his parents. They are staying with Phil and Joy.

Elliott is a bit of a star, with a lovely smile, and I took some quite reasonable photos, together with some very bad ones.

Earlier in the day I wrote a new poem and sent it and a couple of others off to competitions. I don’t know why I keep doing this: they hardly ever do anything, and it means I can’t publish them until the competition is over. Still, you have to keep trying.

We keep watching the winter Olympics, but I can’t take many of the events seriously. In my view anything that gets style marks is not a sport.