Dot’s visit to Carrow Road last Saturday turned out well, with City winning 3-1 and going top, but since then they’ve slipped down, only drawing with Fulham away after going 2-0 up. The weather’s taken a turn for the worse too: while the rest of the country seems to be having rather a nice time, we are getting frequent showers.
Despite that, however, I managed to do some clearing up in the garden today, which is probably the only exercise I’ve had this week, apart from posting some letters. And cards: today is Amy’s 12th birthday! Nearly a teenager – hard to believe.
Last Sunday we had lunch with the Hendersons to celebrate Maryta’s birthday, which was actually the day before. Also present were Claire and Martin from Saxlingham.
Later in the day Dot and I went to The Cut at Halesworth to hear Dervish, a brilliant Irish group who have just finished a UK tour. They were superb, and we had good seats. I even spoke to one of the musicians afterwards – Brian McDonagh. He plays the mandolin. The singer, Cathy Jordan, is not only a stunning vocalist but very funny in her introductions and tells a great story. A really enjoyable evening.
On Monday I had to rouse myself early to take Phil to the doctor’s, navigating what is becoming worse and worse traffic in Norwich. There are hold-ups everywhere. The next day Dot had to go to the surgery to see a nurse, and I was going to pick her up halfway on Plumstead Road. That turned out to be shut, and although I managed to find her, we had to go across Mousehold, where there was a long queue at the ring road. No surprise there. Today I took Phil to the dentist (the word “taxi” springs to mind), and it took me nearly 20 minutes to get home, because Cattle Market Street is closed for downhill traffic.
On a brighter note, the Higbees came to lunch yesterday, and Dot cooked a lovely meal. I managed to Airplay the holiday pictures on the television, and Allan tried to sort out problems I was having with Office 365, the online version of Word. He is a bit of an expert, but not familiar with Macs, so had to give up. Much later I solved most of the problems by finding the OneDrive folder hidden in an unexpected place. Still not sure what the app is for, though.
In the process, however, I managed to put right what was wrong with Apple TV, and that’s OK now. Things were looking up (and still are), but now I’ve been landed with a 1500-word article for The Magazine, and have to do my usual monthly 500 words or so for Parish Pump. Had a long talk on the phone with Anne, who is very distressed about David and Kristine’s plight.