After walking over 30 miles last week, I have gone to the other extreme this week and not achieved more than about five so far – though this could increase marginally this weekend, because the Coomes are coming to visit. I have spent a great deal of time at my desk, but achieved a surprising amount.

The Chronicle script and book are both well progressed, and I’ve written a piece for Parish Pump as well as a few poems. Other than that, I’ve attended a PCC meeting, taken the MX5 in for servicing and MOT(at ten years old, it’s now too ancient to be covered by Mazda’s breakdown service) and paid the papers.

What else has happened? Oh yes, a “disgraced” England have been knocked out of the World Cup. Who could have seen that coming? Actually, they looked considerably better than they have in recent years, but still couldn’t take their scoring chances. Very similar to Norwich City, really.

It’s been pretty much a grey week, but today the sun is out; so we’re hopeful for a bit of summer. I saw the doctor yesterday: he’s still worried about my blood pressure. He’s not at all interested in the things I’m worried about, but that’s doctors for you. I felt more healthy in Iona than I do here. Perhaps I’ll go back.