Just back from a meeting at the Maid’s Head with Rob and Georgina X (no-one knows her surname, but she’s in charge of sales at the hotel while her colleague is on maternity leave). We discussed the two major events relating to the Pastons and the hotel, namely Norfolk Day, when I shall be in Canada (It’s also our golden wedding day) and Founders’ Day, which is Dot’s birthday.  You see how it all ties in?

We also talked about other methods of involving the hotel in the Paston extravaganza, which means I’ll be doing quit a bit of work, such as writing a poem about the Maid’s Head and devising a leaflet for their use. Matt would have been at the meeting, but he has a stomach upset.

Yesterday Dot and I neatly avoided the annual meeting of the DCC by travelling to Ashtead, in Surrey, for Bob and Susan Bushell’s golden wedding celebrations. They used to be Sue and Robert, but then Anne used to be Ruthie. What can you do? The only other Wallhallians there were Pat and Barry, and we sat with them for the afternoon tea. Barry does small acting jobs in films, and is entertaining on the subject (and various other subjects). Pat is a bit quieter.

The tea was delicious, and the talk by four grandchildren was extremely well done. Bob (Robert), a former banker, got quite emotional. All in all a good afternoon, and the drive there and back, though very wet, was not too bad. We stopped at Birchanger Services on the M11 going and coming, and shared the driving of course. It all took about the same time as David’s flight to Toronto. He is spending ten days or so there.

The previous day Dot went to Carrow Road to watch Norwich City play Aston Villa, and I watched it on Now TV, having been alerted by David. Good thing, too, because they won 3-1, with a superb goal by Murphy at the end of the first half.

Apart from having our hair cut, the only other thing worth of note in the last week was a  visit to the Undercroft to see an exhibition by cross-generational artists. I’m not sure what that means: I presume it’s younger ones pretending to be older, and vice versa. Anyway it included an inventive section by Rupert Mallin, who I had a long chat with. I had thought I was going to the PV, but apparently that was later in the day. I was too tired to go back.

After the Undercroft, Dot and I called in at Jarrolds and saw Anna drinking a cup of tea. She had been quite ill after seeing her granddaughter, and has not yet recovered. Dot and I had wine and cheese at the Jarrolds wine bar, and by the time we got home I had to lie down. Dot has managed to get a bit of gardening done, but generally it’s been pretty wet and gloomy over the last few pseudo-spring days.