Just back from Anne Travis’s funeral at the old church. Dot, Phil and I played the hymns, Dot read a poem and I read from the Bible. Liz Cannon took the service. I felt it went really well – Dot was able to help Chris Denton with reading out her daughter’s tribute to her grandmother, and Andy (Chris’s brother) spoke emotionally about his mother. Refreshments afterwards in the hall, organised by Carrie and Sophie. Sunny day, too, although the chilly wind has returned.
Before that I walked up to the Archant coffee morning. Robin, Brian and spouses were there (Brian not too well), and Maryta came on her own because Paul has a chest problem. I have had a mouth and throat problem over the last few days (well, more like weeks, but it was particularly bad yesterday). I see that statins can give you throat and nose problems: so I may try to ease off them. I was warned against this by Linda, our hairdresser; so I may consult our pharmacist.
While Linda was here yesterday, Luke the electrician, who lives just over the road, came over and put in a number of new sockets, as well as fixing the oven light. We now have a number of extension cords going spare, but the place looks much neater. New sockets under my study desk, in the kitchen by the door, in the shower room (waterproof) and in the garage (quite a complex job involving the bending of pipes). Hey ho. Rather an odd day all round.
On Sunday I led the service, and Eleanor preached a good sermon on flawed beauty that reminded me of Leonard Cohen (“There’s a crack in everything; that’s how the light gets in”), only the other way round. Afterwards we cleaned up the old church in preparation for today’s funeral, and had a light lunch before driving out to see Jessie.
Saturday was a big day as far as Dot was concerned, because it was the Sillars proms concert at St Peter Mancroft. Although the day was dark and damp, there was an excellent attendance, including Des and Chris, Anne and Philip, the Hendersons, Angela, Rodney and Vicki, David and Bridget and Robin and Shelagh. The orchestra played very well: good acoustics, too. Earlier I had gone with Dot to pick up a music stand from the church hall, and for some reason I can’t work out (it made sense at the time), she dropped me at the far end of Silver Road, so that I could walk home while she returned a defective rose to the garden centre in Sprowston. We arrived home at exactly the same time.
The previous day we went to Caddington to see David, Oliver and Amy, but got delayed on the journey down by resurfacing work. Nevertheless, we had a good time with them: I managed a short walk, Amy did some baking with Nana and David took Oliver for a swim. David is now in Canada.
On Thursday I watered Phil’s flowers for the second time (he is now back from Southampton), and the day before I did a short walk at Blofield, checking on whether certain places could be accessed (they couldn’t). Not doing badly with my steps: May was the best month since last August.