This is the article I mentioned last time. No, I know you can’t read it, but it’s evidence…

Dot and Anne returned safely from the hen night just after 1am. Dot extremely unimpressed with the night club they went to: the drinks were sweet and unpleasant, and the alcohol content was barely detectable; the noise felt as if it was destroying body tissue. They had a good meal at Cafe Uno first, though.

Haven’t been particularly well, but got through Sunday “in charge” at St Augustine’s. At about one minute to 11, there were about three people there. We ended up with 22, which isn’t bad. Felt it went quite well. After lunch (and watching the F1 Grand Prix from Barcelona, which Button won), we went out to North Walsham, left flowers in the cemetery, where the wind was way beyond chilly, and ended up at Jessie’s for tea and cake, which is always very enjoyable.

Yesterday we had a mammoth shop at Waitrose – at £145 the most I’ve ever spent in one go on food – in preparation for the arrival of the Murrays from Canada. As I write they are on the 10am from Liverpool Street, having spent an age crossing London in a taxi. Fortunately I have just found an energy bar called Trek, which is tasty and might see me through the first few minutes… Dot has gone to the supermarket to get some flowers, and possibly potatoes. Well, you never know, do you?