It’s getting late and yet again Norwich City have lost by a single goal. Dot was at the match and is on her way home. I’ve lost count of the number of games they’ve only just lost, and now they’re in the relegation zone. Oh well. There are worse things to worry about.

On Sunday for instance we drove to London to see the Coomes. We were half an hour away when we got a phone call from Kristine saying David had fallen downstairs and had to go to A&E. After some discussion (Dot was driving) we decided to continue, and ended up giving them a lift to A&E at Whipps Cross, apparently one of the busiest in the country. We were there for just over an hour, then Dot and I went back to the Coomes’ house for a cup of tea and some bread and cheese. After another 90 minutes or so we had a call to say they were on their way home in a taxi (we had been intending to go and fetch them).

David apparently had nothing broken, but severe internal bruising, which is apparently still just as painful as it was, if not worse (I rang earlier this evening). Kristine is now also not well, having a bad cough. We stayed for a meal and left just after 6pm. It was good to have seen them and to have been of some use (though not much).

Going back to Friday, we had a meal at Prezzo which should have been in the company of the Throwers, but Mary was not well enough. We decided to go ahead and had a pizza each. Very nice too.

On Saturday I went with Rob and Peter (and Karen Smyth from UEA) to the Norfolk Record Office local history societies day. Rob, Pete and Karen all gave short talks, while I listened. Quite enjoyable in the morning, because all the speakers kept to their allotted slots. In the afternoon this was not quite the case, and the air in the room was much colder because some idiot had complained about it being too hot in the morning, and they’d opened the windows. As a result I left before the last lecture.

Yesterday I went and interviewed Heather Cracknell as part of a feature article on festivals, pilgrimages etc I’m writing for the diocesan magazine. Nice to see her, but she’s being messed around by the C of E too: she’s done a lot of pioneering work, but her time is running out and it’s looking as if they might not replace her for financial reasons. Unbelievable.

Later Phil came round and revealed that he might be having an operation on his spine, which is in quite a bad way. It’s not essential, but I think he’ll go for it. He wanted to know about my experience in hospital.

In the evening Dot and I went to a showing of Performance at Cinema City. This was a 1970 film starring Mick Jagger and James Fox, and not for the faint-hearted. It was preceded by a talk by Keiron Pim based on his biography of David Litvinoff that I’ve mentioned before. Had quite a chat with Keiron beforehand, and with Steve Snelling. Glad we saw the film, though I don’t think I’d particularly want to see it again.

This morning the usual suspects landed up at Archant for the coffee morning, most of us quite wet from the prevailing “drizzle”, which is my App’s name for steady rain and wind. Not present were Paul and Maryta – the latter apparently getting very wet and cold on a horse instead.