Odd that I should have sprained my ankle while discussing Footprints. Strange that I sprained it at all, really, because I was inside a house and simply picking up my jacket from Lucy’s bed. In case of confusion, I should add that the meeting was held at Lucy’s house in Bowthorpe, and she has only just moved in. Hence the bed in the living room and a tight fit for the meeting, which also included Rob Knee and Peter Stibbons.

To make it worse, two people arrived to install Broadband in the middle of the meeting, and immediately discovered the main problem: no aerial. There were other problems involving a robbery at Mundesley Post Office and the loss of a package containing equipment, but when you know Lucy, that’s not surprising.

Anyway , the ankle was very painful and considerably swollen. When I got home Dot attacked it with ice, and by this morning it had gone down quite a bit, though it’s still very uncomfortable. Bit worrying, too, because I’m supposed to be leading a 90-minute Paston walk on Tuesday.

The meeting, which was actually for PHS Trustees, was a bit tense, with Lucy as usual having different ideas to everyone else. Still, there were biscuits, and it was warmer. Today it’s very cold again, and I’m shivering in my study while Dot is shivering at Carrow Road.

There was another meeting at the Maid’s Head on Thursday, involving myself, Rob, Paul Dickson and Georgina, who I gather is something to do with sales at the hotel. This was a good meeting, with everyone singing from the same hymn sheet and some excellent ideas about how the Maid’s Head can get involved in Paston celebrations.

It was nice to have a bit of warmth in the air, especially as we had our hair cut on Tuesday, but now it’s snowing, though it doesn’t appear to be lying. A bit of summer would be nice: I see the clocks go forward next week.

By the way, at the Bowthorpe meeting Peter delivered me my copy of the de luxe Paston Treasure book produced by Yale. Impressive, and only £45. With discount.