Bit cooler, with some rain last night. But plenty of sun today, and I played a pleasant game of pitch and putt over lunchtime. I was pretty awful, of course, and won only one hole (halved two), but it was good for my steps. Since then I helped Dot pick up an olive tree from Morrisons, because our garden is not full enough. While eating choc ices outside we fed a blackbird that became extremely adjacent.

While I was out Joe Logan called and tuned the piano for a mere £92 and advised selling David’s for around £250 in the Harpenden area.

Have been doing quite a bit of walking . I can’t remember why. When yesterday threatened to be a very poor day, I got a lift with Dot up to Chapelfield, where she picked up her conductor for orchestra practice. I then walked home by a somewhat circuitous route, despite rain clouds threatening, and got my steps up in time.

The previous day was easier. It started with a coffee morning up at Prospect House, with the usual suspects in attendance. I then walked to the dentist, who gave me a good clean and suggested some deeper cleaning which I am now having second thoughts about. Later we drove up to Eleanor’s at the Great Hospital, had tea with her and then took her to Cake and Compline at Claire’s.

Eleanor’s house is beautiful, with a great close-up view of the cathedral and a lovely feel to it. Would love to live there.

The previous day was PCC. I am no longer on the PCC, but Dot went. She got back very late after giving Elwira a lift home, and I had fallen asleep while reading a Shardlake book – the first, Dissolution. Yesterday the church treasurer resigned. I am not going even slightly near that.

Last weekend was not the busiest. I led the service on Sunday, which was quite enjoyable, and Saturday was really warm for the Big Lunch up on the Old Library Wood. We didn’t go, but had a look as we went for a carefully timed walk intended to get us back in good time to hand over Des’s keys to his son-in-law. This would have worked well, but said son-in-law rang while we were near the Cloisters to say he had arrived – over half an hour early. Ho, hum.

In the evening we watched the European Cup Final, which the literal-minded referee ruined by awarding an unjustified penalty to Liverpool in the 2nd minute. It was all downhill from there – neither side showed much flair, and Liverpool eventually won 2-0. Pity.

Meanwhile I am editing a poetry book for Joy McCall. The deadline is before she dies. Not sure how to take that.