Cold weather continues. Feeling rather fragile myself, with a nagging cough worsening over the last couple of days, but Dot continues in fine form.

Last Thursday I felt perfectly OK when we visited Rosie at Meadow Farm, and she seemed well, too, apart from her back. Happened to arrive while Billy Wright was there: didn’t recognise him, of course – it must be 40 years since I’ve seen him. He delivered our few items of furniture to Yelverton when we moved in.

Had a pleasant time with Rosie, including a stroll round the garden and a view of her new garage! On the way back went cross-country to Wroxham Barns, where we had a snack.

Anne and Dot went for a walk the next day in cold and wet weather. I also went out for a walk during a bright period, but it was raining by the time I got back. Probably not a wise move, but I try to keep my steps up…

On Saturday Dot was helping at a Centering Prayer event at St Luke’s run by Debbie, which seemed to go pretty well. Dot was back in time to listen to the football from Derby, where Norwich City drew 1-1 and probably should have won.

The next day we had a rather unusual event at church – the baptism of a child whose mother was Polish (probably Roman Catholic) and father a Sunni Moslem from Iraq. I’m not sure how that really works: the father was certainly not responding to the promises, which is hardly surprising. Liz did Godly Play (Baptism) very well, and much of the service (including GP) was translated by Elwira, our Polish church member who also read a couple of things. The service was really too long, and the family left quickly afterwards, which was a pity.

In the afternoon we went to the Hendersons’ for tea and cake. Very good cake too.

Monday dawned sunny and marginally less cold; so I decided to cut down the rose in the back garden. This proved quite hard work, but I eventually completed it in the afternoon, when it had grown noticeably colder. I just managed to get it all into the brown bin, which was emptied yesterday.

Yesterday we had our hair cut in the morning and then decided to go out North Walsham way. Dot rang her aunt, but there was no reply (she was out), and so we rang Lucy, from whom we had to pick up some china before her move to Norwich later this month. We were also going to get Roger’s picture framed (extremely belatedly) as we had been recommended a framer at North Walsham, but Lucy suggested a guy in Mundesley, who does all her framing.

So in the end we stopped briefly at North Walsham to pay in a cheque and buy some flowers for Lucy, then drove on to the Mundesley Gallery, where we arranged the framing (£32, six weeks), and then called on Lucy, where we spent a pleasant 90 minutes or so. I caught up on what was happening with the new project manager for Footprints and got the impression that he was very efficient and would organise everything, which is OK with me. Probably our last visit to Lucy’s house at Mundesley, because she is scheduled to move on Feb 28.

I had a lie-in this morning. Dot went into the city to get something from Boots, as well as dropping a form in at her accountant’s.