Feel absolutely shattered for some reason. I suspect endocarditis. You can put that on my tombstone if you like: “He said he had endocarditis, but no-one believed him.” My teeth are rather better, and the headaches are not so bad. We are off to Nottingham tomorrow by train for a few days; so it should be kill or cure.

Why do I feel so tired? No idea. I have just walked to St Peter Hungate and back to have a chat with Sophie, one of the trustees, about a Paston event there in October half-term week. It went quite well until I discovered (just now) that Rob is away for the October half-term. Before that we were at church for Communion and a quite reasonable sermon on the Trinity by David. We took Ann home in the car: bit of a struggle – she is pretty far gone now, and it takes most of the church to reassure her and keep her on an even keel. Still, she comes to church! Amazing.

Yesterday we took Judy to Wroxham for David Archer’s 50th birthday celebration – a river cruise to Horning and back in the company of many of his friends and relations.The weather was threatening, but in fact all right. Warm enough to sit on the top deck, and dry till the very end. Spoke to people we half-knew and didn’t know at all. Introduced Dot to the band, Stookey Blue, a folk music and ceilidh foursome (or more, sometimes) who invited her with her violin to their sessions on Mondays in Norwich.

The previous evening I had venture to Halesworth for the Pinky’s poetry evening and read three of my poems, which people seemed to like: In the Background, After hearing Adam and Behind the Tombstones. Afterwards spoke to Lizzi Thistlethwayte, who gave me a copy of her book if I’d send her one of mine. Since hers retails at £20, I sent her three of mine. That will teach her.

On Thursday a couple of guys spent most of the day installing new granite worktops in the kitchen. I have to say the result was even better than I’d expected. In the afternoon Dot went shopping with Anna, then Anna used the resulting produce to cook a meal for Howard and myself (and Dot and Anna, of course). We had a great evening there.

On Wednesday afternoon I enjoyed another meeting of the Paston trustees. The minutes are getting longer and longer. Not to mention the hours, the days… I have just managed to contact the guy who is taking over as treasurer at St Augustine’s, only to find he’s going to the USA for a fortnight. Aargh! Will it never end?

Cake and compline at the Archers on Tuesday was pleasant as always, though without Judy (holiday in Devon) and Claire (working).