Remember the cough? I still have it, and I’m getting pretty fed up, I can tell you. My head is still not clear. Even worse, Dot’s symptoms came back with a vengeance and she was in bed nearly all day yesterday, coughing, sneezing and taking Paracetamol. We are supposed to be going to the theatre tonight, and Dot is as ever optimistic, but I’m not sure how she intends to suppress her spluttering. I’m also a bit nervous about having a coughing fit myself. Oh, joy.
To complicate matters, Dot’s cyst on her thigh has also grown again. She went to see the nurse, and she’s now on antibiotics.
She did cancel her UEA diabetes-research appointment this morning, and we had our hair cut last Thursday, which encouraged us a little. Dot went into the city with Anne on Friday, which may not have been a good idea. Philip’s test results were not the best he could have hoped for, which is a bit worrying.
On Saturday Dot was keen to go and order the other sofa at Better Furniture, which we did – having been reassured by the manager about the colour. After hesitating, we also bought a velvet chair in the same style. Yes, we are squandering our son’s inheritance.
In the afternoon I went to Mundesley for the final short story workshop, after watching the first half of the Norwich-Liverpool match on BT sport. We were winning 2-1, and later managed 3-1, but nevertheless managed to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory and lost 5-4, following a 95th-minute goal, thus adding to the prevailing gloom aroused by Dot’s returning symptoms. I don’t think I slept more than an hour on Saturday night.
I did get to church, though. This was a bit of a struggle, because everyone who could sing wasn’t there. I can normally sing a bit, but the cough plays havoc with my voice. Despite this, I had to do Dot’s prayers, read the first lesson and lead the chants as well. Nightmare. The vicar did a sermon on the inclusive love of God. Afterwards I waited till he’d gone before telling Ray, Chris and Elizabeth about one of his reasons for doing this. This sounds sneaky, but it’s not a secret; he knew the congregation would be told and he could have told them himself. It would have fitted nicely in his sermon. All very confusing.
The sky is blue this morning. I think I may have to go to the shop and buy some food. Dot is out of bed and dressed but still upstairs. I have sent off the final version of my short story and declined a couple of dates to visit the Coomes, while offering others.