Happily, David is now much better, having completed a course of antibiotics. He has also ordered the chairs we bought him for Christmas. But he has had a hard time so far in 2020: hope the rest of it is much better. Perhaps it will be, now that he can sit down.
I’m still feeling fairly whacked out, though continuing to do the things in my diary. Chest and head still a bit heavy, but nothing I haven’t had before. Dot seems pretty well and has just been in the city to get a UBS connector for her computer.
We both had our hair cut last Friday and went to church on Sunday. I played guitar for the first time since the accident, and it felt OK. Don’t know what everyone else thought. Later I summoned up enough willpower to drive to Lowestoft and read some poems at the Seagull. Good to see Ian, who has had a triple heart bypass. Everyone is worse off than me. I read a couple of my Orkney poems and four others. Seemed to go down well. Haven’t written a song for ages, but at least I don’t keep singing the same one, like Peter! Perhaps I should.
On Monday I drove to North Walsham for a Paston trustees’ meeting. I get the feeling that Rob would quite happily give the whole thing up, but Peter is keen to push it as far as he can: he is fascinated by just about everything to do with it and has achieved a huge amount in technical terms. Just take a look at www.thisispaston.co.uk. Got back quite late, but before Dot left for her Richard Rohr session at the Julian Centre. Spent much of the evening writing the minutes.
The big Paston Footprints teachers’ conference at Blofield Primary was on Tuesday, starting officially about half an hour before we got there, but in fact, just as we arrived. Went pretty well. Was very impressed by Tim Taylor doing his Mantle of the Expert thing, which I had heard described before but never seen. It is much better in practice than in description. Dot did a really good session on P4C and The Paston Treasure, despite being restricted to 90 minutes instead of two hours.
On leaving we met a couple of members of Hexachordia, who thought they were taking part but had in fact been told not to come. All the teachers had left by then. Dot and I took Sue and Tim for a cup of tea/coffee in the King’s Head after promising to circulate Hexachordia’s material.
Yesterday Pam and Stuart Goddard came round for tea and Christmas cake in the morning, and Stuart made impressive inroads into the cake. They live near Southampton, but were in Norfolk visiting various people. Pam used to be curate for a a while at St Luke’s. She left her umbrella, and they called in this morning, on the way to Blickling, to collect it.