The weather has turned quite summery, as it sometime does during the first week or two of May. The last two or three days have been warm, which means the men doing our drive have been thirsty. Yes, they’re still doing our drive. This morning I had to get quite cross with Colin on the phone because no-one had turned up (again). As a result they turned up after I’d gone to North Walsham – earlier than the revised promise – and when they opened the garage the alarm went off. Happily Mary was in and remembered how to turn it off.
They’ve nearly finished now. But not quite.
I was in North Walsham for a Paston Footprints meeting, some of which made sense. I am about to do the minutes. I gave Karen a lift back and after checking the house took her to the UEA. As I write, Dot has completed her course at St Albans, during which she did some RE Quality Mark training, and is on her way home. Last night she stayed with David.
Last Tuesday saw the usual Archant coffee morning. On Thursday we went to the Last Wine Bar in the evening with Paul and Maryta, which was a bit tense to begin with as there appeared to have had some sort of altercation with a waitress before we arrived (we were actually quite early). My meal was particularly good (guinea fowl breast). We went back to the Hendersons’ for coffee afterwards. The Hendersons are now in the West Country, primarily to avoid a party their next door neighbours were throwing on Saturday and which had coincidentally disrupted our drive-laying because Colin (our builder) had made some rash promises about laying huge amounts of turf and a patio. This resulted in his being somewhat distracted.
On Friday Mike came to take a template of the kitchen tops in preparation for our granite overlays. It proved quite difficult to choose from the three he brought (which we had selected last time); so I hope we made the right decision. In the evening we had Eleanor and Mary round for a meal, which I cooked (salmon).
The long-awaited church Vision Day occurred on Saturday and turned out to be almost as dire as predicted. In the end, though, Howard managed to get his ideas across and everyone seemed much happier. Except me. I could see it all going badly wrong. But then I always can. By then Dot (and Steve Fiske) had left for Carrow Road, where Norwich managed to lose 1-0 to Manchester United despite having more chances. They are now almost certainly doomed.
In the evening we went over to Des and Chris’s house for drinks with Mairead and Freddie and Phoebe. This turned out to be fun; it was after 11pm before we knew it.
Yesterday we had a visiting preacher at church – the rural dean, Simon Stokes, who is from St Cuthbert’s and blind. He gave an extremely long but very good sermon. It’s not often you can say that.