It’s been cooler the last couple of days. Yesterday we drove out to Beeston Regis to visit Fred and Sue at their caravan, and the north-east wind made that area much chillier than inland. Nevertheless after a chat we went for a short walk, and later drove to East Runton to have a meal at a Greek restaurant. The food was pretty good, and this was followed by Greek music and a lot of audience participation, during which I kept my head down on the pretext of taking a video of it.

Today we were up at the church hall shortly after 10.30am to help with a kind of spring clean. I didn’t do a great deal except sort out the noticeboard, put up a couple of mirrors, return some vases to the church and quite a bit of dish-drying. Oh, and a bit of moving stuff about. It was nice to be with people from both church and Monday Club.

Over the last few days I’ve written three new poems, two of which I sent off to a competition. I sent another new one to another competition a couple of weeks ago, but I’m not going to make a habit of it. It just seemed the right thing to do. Flawed Beauty and Chasing the Moon went to the Crabbe competition, and Background Music to Bridport. The first one was based on a sermon by Eleanor, the second was about my father and the third was rather gloomy.

I have got round to doing something about my teeth: I went to the dentist on Thursday, and he decided (with my agreement) to take out one of my back teeth at the top. This is scheduled for next Tuesday. Meanwhile I am on antibiotics. My pharmacist disagreed with my hairdresser and said it would be perfectly OK to stop taking statins; so I am doing that, in an attempt to stop coughing. I seem to be a bit better, but I have bad moments.

I checked with the garage about a warning light on my car, and it turns out it’s nothing to worry about: so I’m not worrying about it. Apparently it’s just there to remind me to book a service, which I’d already done. You can have too many warning lights.