Dot is at a DSSO meeting at Letton Hall, so I can catch up on a few things. I have just written to the churchwarden at Harlestone in Northamptonshire about my great-great-grandparents’ gravestone which, as you can see by the picture, has been attacked by a bush and is practically invisible. Disappointingly, even when it’s uncovered, the writing is almost indecipherable. Ten years ago it was crystal clear.
I have also fixed the kitchen strip light by purchasing a new one for £15 and using its brackets, which are probably worth about 10p each. Apparently you can’t buy the brackets on their own.
The last few days have been hot. Yesterday, after walking into the city (to buy the light) I went to the cinema with Dot to make use of a two-for-£12 voucher given us by our neighbour, Des. As it happened the tickets came to £6 (Silver Screen); so I still have the voucher, and I believe it runs out today. We saw Florence Foster Jenkins, a heartwarming story about a woman who thought she could sing but couldn’t. Hugh Grant and Meryl Streep were both brilliant (as were the rest of the cast), but it was hard to believe someone could deceive herself so thoroughly. It was based on a true story, but I suspect some liberties were taken.
On Tuesday I posted a lot of stuff, bought our rail tickets to London for our Swiss holiday and later accompanied Dot on her walk to Carrow Road (Norwich 2 Wigan 1). It was really hot, as it was on Monday, when after having our hair cut by Linda we went to the DCC, arriving late because the vicar gave out the wrong time on Sunday. He said he didn’t, but he did, because I remember thinking it was different from the usual time. I shouldn’t have listened. The meeting was very quick, probably because the vicar will be leaving us – though no-one knows when.
Sunday was busy (and hot). I led the service in the morning, after which we ate a sandwich in the old church (open for Heritage Day) and sped off to Jessie’s for a cup of tea and apple and blackcurrant crumble pie. Oh, yes. This gave us time to get back to Norwich, eat a small evening meal and drive to Lowestoft for a session at the Seagull. Phil couldn’t come, but Dot and I played one new song, Love you anyway, and an older one, Afraid of falling. I also read a couple of poems, Luskentyre and Jokes about Penguins. We both thought it went really well. Ian was on top form, reading two excellent poems.