Not much to report this week: we have had some reasonable weather, but I haven’t ventured far afield. I did manage to get up to the Cathedral at one point, partly to see the rather spectacular Hostry tapestry exhibition based on Revelation, but mainly to take a tour of David Holgate’s letter-cutting – more than 20 examples in all, plus a couple by Philippa Fawcett, his apprentice.

I’ve been rather lacking in energy, to be honest, though I did strip the ivy off the front wall and tided up a bit in the garden. Dot has been very active in the garden generally, buying quite a few plants, plus a mirror and some paint. She is now painting the hall. Colin Wright popped in on Wednesday to look at her plans for a shed, and in the end we decided on a quite different position, by the garage wall.

I did go up to the garage with the MX5 on Thursday to ask about a watery swishing sound in the bodywork. It turned out that the drainage holes were blocked on one side, and the service guy unblocked them on the spot. Before that Dot and I had delivered a microwave meal (obtained from the church freezer) to Phyllis and bought some rolls and ham for her. As we were leaving her house, Liz Day arrived to see if she was OK. Sophie has also been supplying meals for her, but the people who usually keep an eye on Phyllis are both on holiday.

While I was at the garage Dot was having lunch with Carrie B. By the time she got home I was having a cup of tea in the garden with Paul and Maryta, who had called in while buying tickets from the station. Not often I offer people tea in the garden.

Annette dropped in on Tuesday, just before Dot arrived back from her walk with Anne. We had egg, bacon and chips again and talked about the South African branch of her family, which is very, very complicated.

While not expending much physical energy this week, I have got some things done: 90 per cent of the work on our Good Friday event, for instance. Also a sermon for tomorrow, when  I also have to lead the service, as Phil is taking his wife to see her mother. I also have to  play the guitar, as all our stand-in musicians are away.

I have just read the final book in the Peter May Hebrides trilogy – this one on the Kindle. Very good. Interesting story in the Telegraph this morning about a polar bear found on North Uist. I was almost convinced until they revealed that its nickname was Lirpa Loof, which meant fluffy in Norwegian. When on the Acton Gazette, I came close to running a story about a Polish guy called Loof Lirpa, but the editor decided it might offend Poles.

Earlier in the week I decided not to call a meeting of the Paston trustees, in case one or more of them resigned. Not entirely sure what’s going on.

Today and yesterday we have been visited by a tiny goldcrest, who flutters up and down against the front door for no apparent reason. She (I think it’s a she) seems very excited. She may know something I don’t.