Yesterday we went to Houghton Hall. We had been planning a visit for a while, to see the Richard Long exhibition, which is coming to an end in a couple of weeks’ time. We took the Hendersons, and the journey both ways was difficult – stuck behind slow-moving vehicles on the way there and embroiled in rush-hour city traffic on the way back. Made the mistake of following sat-nav instead of checking the route I used to take, which would have been much better.

Still, Houghton Hall is a lovely place – both the house and the grounds – and the exhibition was pretty good too. It was worth it, even taking into consideration the high price of entry.

The day before we’d been to the cinema to see Victoria and Abdul, which was very well done, though I suspect that Abdul benefited from a bit of rose-tinting. Beautifully acted and directed.

On Tuesday I went to the Archant coffee morning, with Maryta absent at something weird, like walking netball, and Dot and Paul at Horstead on a Diocesan DSSO Day, which apparently went very well. Meanwhile Dot’s car has been taken into Kwik-Fit to have its wheels refurbished, after I discovered that the front two tyres had gone completely flat over the holiday period. It was supposed to be back today, but it isn’t.

It’s turned chilly this week. Dot and I went to the supermarket today, and we both got in a walk. She walked to Morrisons and back, and I walked up to the Cathedral, playing my angel role to help a couple from West Norfolk who couldn’t find the room where they were supposed to be attending a meal.

Incidentally, Morrisons is undertaking a complete refit. In Dot’s words, it looks a bit like Waitrose. Not a lot, because it’s only half finished, but I can see what she means.

On Sunday Dot stayed behind after church to play ceilidh music with Anna and Phil, and I walked home. Felt very hot and took a while to recover. Think I was wearing too much. I have booked an appointment with the dentist because my mouth is very uncomfortable following the fixing of a new crown.