First day of June, and it could be winter. Cold and windy, with occasional rain. A couple of nights ago we had about a month’s worth of rain which, coming hard from the north and battering against the windows, kept me awake.
Today we travelled to North Walsham to take Jessie out to lunch at the Banningham Crown. Nice place, but I would be happy with half the quantities. Maybe the steak and kidney pudding was a mistake. Still, a pleasant excursion, followed by a pleasant surprise when I dropped Dot off at the Kett’s Hill roundabout and proceeded to the surgery, where I was told by the nurse that my blood pressure was down to 130/80, and now I have only my cholesterol to worry about. Obviously if I worried about it, my blood pressure might rise; so I won’t.
On arriving home we had a visit from Roger (son of Jessie) who dropped us off some information about our very own conservation area and its history. Interesting.
Earlier in the day Philip had the scheduled operation on his spine, and it appears to have gone well. I shall probably take Joy to see him tomorrow.
Yesterday Dot visited the same nurse as I did and got excellent news on her progress. Everything was first class – so good that the nurse couldn’t believe she was the right patient. Meanwhile I was entertaining Lily (Osborne) and Linda, who I used to walk home from church when I was in my late teens. They were both in fine form and liked the house. Talked at length over the old times and all that has happened since. They promised to return.
We had a surprisingly agreeable DCC meeting on Monday. Perhaps the most agreeable aspect of it was my dumping of six years of church accounts. Still no handover of current files though: the prospective treasurer is in the United States, which I regard as going a bit far. Hope to see him next week.
The previous day our service, which I led, was succeeded by lunch and a lengthy discussion about the future of the church – or to be more accurate, one aspect of it. I am not one for long discussions with more than about four people; so I didn’t enjoy it. Afterwards we took Ann Travis home, and then watched television.