It’s now Friday, we have a new car, and David is in the process of picking his new one up at Bletchley, if my App is to be believed. So quite a good week, on the whole, though the weather has been a bit iffy, and it all started badly with a visit to the doctor’s. I had hoped to talk to him about various concerns, but he wasn’t really interested after establishing that my blood pressure had gone down. This seems to be all doctors care about nowadays, once you reach a certain age. So I am just pretending I’m fine and hoping that will work out. It’s better than finding out you have some dread disease.

Also on Monday I went to Swintons and updated my car insurance, which was much cheaper than taking up the Mazda option. I had hoped to have a relaxing day on Tuesday, but I had to walk up to the TSB at Anglia Square by 9.30 to sign a document for the church account. So that was fun. Later on Tuesday it started raining and it all got pretty heavy by the end of the day.

It was still raining lightly the following morning when we picked up the car from Michelle at Wright’s. It would normally have been Dean, but he was at the Royal Norfolk Show, which must have been fun. We were given a quick explanation of what everything did (and there was a lot of it); Dot picked it up better than I did, but we’re still working some things out. It has cruise control, which I’m pleased about, and an electronic handbrake, which seems pointless. Altogether, though, I’m very pleased with it.

Later in the day I went up to City Hall to change the vehicle on the permit and in the end got a completely new permit, since the price was about the same.

Yesterday I played pitch and putt with Paul at Mousehold. I started abysmally but in the end played some pretty good shots; however, my putting was pathetically erratic. At the end I was pretty exhausted. Paul came back for tea and a chat with Dot about DSSO problems. Later we went for a drive in the car, but not far – ending up at IKEA, where Dot bought some crisps. This is what is known as getting off lightly.

Later still I bought a magazine for Andrew and sent it off, together with a selfie of us I’d taken on my last visit. I thought it would be nice for him to receive something fairly regularly, as nothing much happens for him in hospital. After that I wrote some articles for Parish Pump and watched a rather strange programme on Netflix.

Today Dot has gone to the funeral of a DSSO colleague at Mattishall – in her own car. She was a bit worried about parking. But not as worried as she is about her DNA results, which reveal that she is predominantly Celtic.