Most of the week I’ve been in the process of trying to dry old cans of paint out using cat litter (surprisingly, this is the approved method), and I’m nearly there – the only problem being that dried-out paint is still pretty heavy. I may have to put it in several different bin bags.
This morning I finished Stella’s latest book, The Immortal Throne, which was very enjoyable. I think prefer it to her first one. Meanwhile my book of Lent tanka has been accepted by a publisher – Skylark – at the urging of my friend Joy McCall. This is pretty exciting.
As I mentioned, I have laid aside the church treasurer’s job, and this has been generally acknowledged by kind e-mails. Still the figures linger on, and I have been answering e-mails from the accountants and from Simon. Despite much work from Simon, the loss figure for both churches is in my view much too high and so I have declined to accept the accounts. Everyone else will accept them, though, so I will simply abstain. What will actually happen in the real world after the agm next Monday is not at all clear.
Sadly Norwich City lost their match against Sunderland 3-0, and so we have all stopped worrying about whether they go down or not. If they don’t, it will be a pleasant surprise.
Dot spent the night in Puckeridge on Sunday, with friends of Barbara, before delivering some P4C to a school in Hoddesdon the next day. This went very well. On the Sunday night a strange thing happened. I was sitting on the sofa after a latish meal and watching a programme about the Renaissance in Venice, when I went to sleep. So I wound back (as it were) and started watching the second half again. This was about 9.30pm. I then woke up just after midnight, having missed three texts from Dot, which must have made quite a sound on my phone but which I was evidently too fast asleep to hear.
This threw me right out. I woke up early the next day and felt very strange all day. Also the TV has been misbehaving – it keeps saying there is a weak or no signal. Perhaps it’s the aerial. Still I have put together a plan for a bigger Chronicle / Pastons in Norwich walk book to fit in with the Footprints project.
In the evening on Tuesday we had the usual suspects (minus Claire) round for Biscuits and Compline, and that had a nice feel about it. We are all going on a retreat at Clare Priory one weekend soon.
On Wednesday Dot saw the nurse about her alleged diabetes and has been put on a regime of exercise and restricted sugar intake. No drugs, though. She has to wear something that measures the calories she’s using; so of course she’s using much more calories than usual. Which just goes to show that it’s not just in the quantum world that reality changes when you watch it.
Dot and Anna took Phyllis to the eye clinic on Thursday, while Martin Smith came round to look at the church website with me. Afterwards I was able to make some changes that made it look more current. I gave Phyllis a book from which I’d quoted at church on Sunday and thought I’d sent off for a replacement from Amazon. However, it turned out I’d sent for three other books, which is fine, but I need to send for the one I had. I’ve done that now.
In the evening we went to Prezzo with the Hendersons at short notice. Dot is now in the city paying a cheque she received for recent P4C work – and, I suspect, looking round the shops. Later we will have a meal at the Red Lion in Eaton to celebrate Philip Robinson’s birthday. Last Sunday was my father’s birthday. He would have been 103.