After some miserable weather earlier in the week (and yesterday), today is looking quite promising, and Dot is feeling better: last night we were debating whether she should go to the doctor’s again this morning, but we both had a very good night’s sleep, and her coughing seems much less.
Last Saturday we managed to get up to Paul’s flat at the old hospital for a meal. The meal was excellent, but the flat was really hot , and we both felt drained afterwards. Perhaps it was the wine. Happily the weather was good; so we were able to walk him comfortably (we had taken the bus up to Theatre Street and walked through the Mall). Paul’s flat is small but quite luxurious and private: he has to let us in and then come down from the third floor to let us into his wing. Even he can’t get in the other wing.
On Sunday we were both tired and I went ahead to church: Dot followed at the last minute, but didn’t play violin. Howard was on piano. For some reason it was very hard to park – something must have been going on somewhere, but I don’t know what. I led the service, and vicar Sarah took the Holy Communion. and preached.
On Monday Dot continued her school visits, but wasn’t particularly well. On Tuesday we had our hair cut – interrupted by a long phone call from Jude, mainly about Jessie – and then Dot went into the city to meet Sue and Helen. I walked up too and bought some chocolate for Amy. Failed to find book she wanted, but got a book for myself from Anne for my birthday!! On the way back met former pharmacist David Hamblin in the Close. Cake and compline at Judy’s in the evening: took Eleanor for the first time. Claire left halfway through – seemed to be upset for some reason, but no-one knew why.
On Wednesday I drove up and picked up my pills. Now have to make an appointment to see the doctor “about my medication”. Trying to do it online, but no luck so far. Caught up on various things – long e-mail to Rob about Maids Head entertainment, and completed my tax return. The latter was probably unnecessary, because in the course of doing so I discovered that you can earn £1000 without being taxed. I earned £745, all of which may have to go on paying for bodywork repairs to Dot’s car. Someone hit her while she was parked and left a couple of biggish dents.
In the evening Jonathan popped round with a couple of tickets for the football next Tuesday. Dot was at orchestra: I was writing a bit on sleep for my website.
Since starting this piece Dot and I drove to the dry cleaner’s to take my jacket, then to the garage and on to the body repair people for a quote (and later to some other body repair people who declined to quote). We also got a new duvet from Dunelm and some new strip light bulbs for the kitchen. Unfortunately after replacing the broken one and trying out various causes of the problem over many long hours, I gave up and rang Luke, who’s coming round on Saturday. The plug is OK, the fuse is OK, and I can’t see anything wrong with anything else. But it doesn’t work. Aargh! I’m usually quite good with electricity.
I thought it was going to be a quiet day.