Things seem a little fuzzy. This is partly because I have some sort of infection, I think, and I blame the dentist. After a check-up on Tuesday he said I needed some laser treatment to get rid of a deep-seated gum infection. He did this on the Thursday, and it was quite prolonged. I was also under anaesthetic for a long time, which I don’t think is ever good for me, where the rest of my head is concerned.
Since Saturday I’ve been feeling decidedly off colour, involving a stomach upset, what appeared to be an upper respiratory tract infection but turned into a kind of sinusitis, bad fatigue and an achy feeling. It reached a peak late Saturday and most of yesterday and now seems to be improving. I have managed to carry on, but that’s because I’m particularly brave. (Sarcasm alert.) I did cancel the Seagull last night, though.
Fortunately it was still bubbling under the surface during our visit to the Coomes’ on Saturday, and I kept it at bay with paracetamol. We had a good time there, with an excellent lunch, and as an added bonus Werder Bremen avoided relegation from the Bundesliga with an 88th-minute goal, and Kristine put on her W-B shirt.
Felt very tired on the way back, but happily Dot was driving. Went to bed early, and managed to rouse myself yesterday for church, which was just as well as I was giving the sermon. Felt pretty out of it for the rest of the day.
Earlier in the week, namely Friday, Dot and I went to the Wildebeest at Stoke for a meal to celebrate Anne’s birthday. Most enjoyable – had an interesting conversation with Anne (while Dot was listening to Philip) about poetry, books and similar matters.
Even earlier, on Tuesday, we had our monthly Julian meeting at the Greens, who are exceptional hosts. We walked there and back, which enabled me to sample several glasses of vermouth. The discussion was also very good.
Forgot to mention that Dot and I went to Cley on Friday, when it was pleasantly warm (thought with a stiffish breeze on the north coast). Had our free tea and cake and walked out into the marshes a bit. As a result wrote another poem, which I probably won’t send to the EDP.
The church treasurership drags on. I will be delighted when I can dump all the documents and take no further interest, but I suspect I will be beset by queries for weeks and possibly months to come. Someone outside the church offered to do it, but things are delayed because the vicar wants a formal reference, which is pretty typical.