I missed the big moon, which was covered by a great deal of cloud. I wonder what else I’m missing.

It’s been a quiet week for me, but a busy one for Dot, who was talked into doing some performance management with a head teacher not a million miles from Hempnall. She spent a long time worrying about it and checking all she needed to know – and a good bit more – but when the event arrived on Friday, all went predictably well.

Today she’s travelling to London to do some philosophy in Leytonstone. I’m a bit worried, because there’s some pretty unpleasant weather down there, but she’s a good driver and I think the storm is abating; so I think she’ll be OK. She should be there soon. (And now she is….)

Earlier today we went to church: I had surrendered my sermon slot to Liz Day, who spoke very well about the way we should react to Trump and other worrying world events. Afterwards we learned a Polish carol, as supplied by a couple who have recently joined us from Poland.

Yesterday we popped into the St Augustine’s Christmas fair at the hall, and Dot bought a few things. I won an oven glove in the raffle. Hmm. Afterwards Dot and I continued to North Walsham, where we bought some flowers and a few other things at Sainsbury’s, then left the flowers at the cemetery and arrived at Jessie’s about ten minutes late, but unfortunately in good time to hear the Norwich City match against QPR. City had someone sent off in the first minute and gave away a penalty (not scored), and ended up losing 2-1. To compensate, we stayed on to watch Andy Murray win his tennis match – a nail-biting affair; so it could have been worse.

Linda found her scissors and cut our hair on Thursday, and on Friday I went to Pinky’s in Halesworth and read three of my poems to a good reception. Frost on the road as I drove back, but no mishaps, I’m happy to say.