Dot has had a day of uncluttering, but luckily I am still here. This is largely because she’s been in the garage, and I haven’t. Mind you, it’s reaching a stage when she might be getting rid of me and installing something more efficient. On Tuesday, shortly before the Archant coffee morning, I injured my back. I don’t know how, unless it was the way I got out of the bath, attempting to protect a cut on my leg. Very painful for a day or so, but then just sore. I am still very aware of it, my legs are quite stiff and I continue to feel very odd. My head is noisily fuzzy, as it has been for a while. However, I can walk OK; so I may survive.

Before that happened, on Bank Holiday Monday, we visited Jessie and had apricot-flavoured Swiss roll, which was interesting. Also went to Sainsbury’s and the cemetery, of course.

After the back injury we arrived late at the Archant coffee morning, where I had an interesting conversation with Brian. Later I took Phil and Joy to have their eyes tested. Dropped them near the Guildhall, and they walked to Specsavers. Phil is back to walking better than Joy. Later, I picked them up again.

Nothing much happening in Norwich on Wednesday, but in Coventry Andrew was visiting  Minster Lodge and making a very favourable impression, extending as far as a group hug.

Yesterday was more eventful than anticipated. I started with a scheduled blood test, then when I was asking the chemist if he had my renewed prescription pills (he hadn’t) I received a text from the surgery asking me to make an appointment to see a doctor. This was either the quickest blood test results in history, or a coincidence. Reader, it was the latter. I returned to the surgery, and the receptionist suggested it was to arrange a review of my medication. So I fixed a date later this month with a doctor I had never heard of.

Then, while Dot was having lunch with the lovely Juliet at Presto’s, I managed to break a tooth. I e-mailed the dentist and got a call back just after 2pm asking if I could come up immediately, if not sooner. I got a few yards down the road and realised I’d forgotten the broken-off bit of tooth, then while retrieving it thought it might be quicker to go by car. I ended up in John Lewis’ car park and arrived at the dentist to get the tooth fixed.

I was about to go home when I thought it might be helpful to Dot to use the car; so I gave her a ring at Presto’s. Surprisingly, she was not planning to do shopping; so we shared the ride home, dropping in at the polling station to vote on the way. Meanwhile (before the tooth broke) I had been moving the MX5 when I noticed the two suspect tyres were down. I took it to Keep-Fit, and they sorted it by the end of the day: apparently it was the seal between the alloy rims and the tyres.

Today I tried again for my pills, but they still hadn’t arrived; so the chemist gave me them anyway, planning (I presume) to replenish his stock when they arrived. I renewed on Tuesday; so you would have thought they’d had long enough at the surgery to sort it out.

While Dot has been decluttering I’ve done a bit of clearing up myself, mainly in the bedroom. Eventually I found the Voltarol, but it didn’t make much difference. Still, everything is now tidy. I’ve also booked tickets for a couple of concerts.

Bit of an end-of-an-era week in Aspland Road, as Sam and Ellie moved out on Tuesday. They are now living with Chris off Ketts Hill.