Feeling tired after a hectic week. Oliver and Amy are due to go to Canada tomorrow, hopefully avoiding the flooded roads in Sussex. IT has been raining here too, but nothing like as much, and it has been quite a bit warmer.
Last Sunday we had the familiar jacket potato lunch at church while discussing St Augustine’s Way. Quite a good discussion, actually, to which I unexpectedly contributed. Bridget and David came and joined in.
On Tuesday they were with us again for our Christmas edition of Cake and Compline, which went well. Surprisingly, everyone managed to come – even Claire, who was getting over a cold. Hope we don’t reap the results of that. I did a special compline – which is to say I put bits together from various sources.
On Wednesday Dot went to Alpington for a leaving assembly for the head teacher, where she sat next to Elaine Wright, who is a governor. i guess her name isn’t Elaine Wright now, but I don’t know what it is. She rushed back to get ready for the lunch visit of the Higbees, which went very well, I had considered going into the city afterwards, but decided not to, because it was unexpectedly 4pm and not very nice weather.
The next day we drove to North Walsham and called in to see Sheila and Bridget, whose day it was to look after her. I very much like Bridget, as I do her sister Teresa, which is odd because they don’t get on with each other. Sheila is still sprightly at 91, and her hearing is excellent – picks up on everything. Afterwards we went to Sainsburys to buy food and some flowers, then went to the cemetery.
Back in Norwich, I got a bus into the city, paid in a cheque and then went to Jarrolds, where I bought a few books before getting a bus home. In the evening we went to Yelverton for nibbles with Denise (if you see what I mean). Clive was there looking bright and breezy in a laid back sort of way, but Elaine was unable to come because of trouble with her boys. The Jarys and Pitts were there, as was Linda from Tanglewood, who we discovered had been in Sainsburys in North Walsham (with her husband) at the same time as we were. How fascinating is that?
Today we braved the rain to go the Cellar House at Eaton for a Christmas lunch with the CNS Old Boys crowd. As a result of a misunderstanding we got there early, but so did Neville and Mary, who bought us a mulled wine. Discovered (Mike?) Huggins had just had a similar prostate cancer operation to the one I had, with slightly different complications. He seems OK now, though it’s only three months on.
Very good meal, though I mistakenly had someone else’s main course of turkey, when I had ordered beef. This caused minor chaos, but it was sorted out fairly quickly. The woman whose meal I stole didn’t mind, and the waiter took it well. Adrian did a couple of quizzes afterwards, which our group didn’t win. He seemed surprised. I don’t know why.