It’s the last day of July, and summer is edging forward rather quickly. Dot has been discharged from her annual hospital appointments and been told she will not die of bowel cancer, because there is no sign of it and it takes years to develop. Cause of rejoicing. The same evening (last Wednesday) we went to the cinema and saw Dunkirk, which was rather chaotic – therefore true to life, I guess – and pretty effective, especially in the last third.
The following three days we saw a great deal of Colin Wright, who came to lay Astroturf in the garage and smarten it up generally with the use of wood where the walls meet the ceiling. Dot and I bought a spotlight and assisted slightly. The filing cabinet had to be emptied and refilled yet again, which was obviously fun.
In the midst of all this – and coincidentally on our 49th wedding anniversary – the HIgbees came to lunch, and we had toad in the hole, as well as quite a lot of wine.
Colin finished the garage work on the Friday but returned on Saturday to cut the hedge and a few other things. Dot spent a very long time sorting out the garage and the garden, and at lunchtime on Saturday we walked up to Phil’s to check that his garden was OK. I had watered it a couple of times, but we had also had plenty of rain; so it looked fine. In the evening we had no food in the house suitable for a dinner; so we went down the road to Prezzos. I had a pizza and didn’t sleep too well, though the pizza was fine. I think.
We were very fortunate with the weather for Colin’s work. It was dry all the while he was here, but at night we had one thunderstorm and plenty of additional rain. As all the stuff from the garage had to be put outside while he did his work, rain would have been awkward, as it would for the hedge-cutting.
Yesterday after a particularly long morning service and a quick lunch we went to North Walsham, visiting Sainsbury’s and the cemetery before descending on Jessie for a cup of tea and cake. As I write, Linda is doing Dot’s hair and will shortly be cutting mine.
Quite a bit of confusion about Andrew this week. First I had a call from the hospital to say he needed clothes. Helen at Minster Lodge said all his clothes had been sent to the hospital and she would be investigating. Meanwhile it appeared that Andrew was about to be discharged, but no-one knew when. This is still the case. I have sent him a parcel with underclothes and a couple of tee-shirts and am awaiting developments.
The grandchildren are in Minorca.