Another strange week, of course. No gallbladder pain, but feeling very tired and tempted to stay in bed. Antibiotics seem to be working (how would I know?) but had quite bad diarrhoea at lunchtime after feeling odd during the morning. This afternoon, however, I have just been for a short walk towards the Julian Bridge. Dot left me to continue towards the shops, and I walked home. Glad it wasn’t any further. Quite windy, but not cold. Not warm either.

We had quite a bit of rain yesterday, but of course I didn’t go near it, though I did put out the bins. It was our 52nd wedding anniversary, and Dot got a lovely card for me. I responded with a map card of Braemar and the Linn of Quoich, one of our favourite spots. We had had the card for ages, but didn’t want to send it to someone for whom it would have no meaning.

Earlier in the day Paul came round, and after the three of us had a drink I had quite a long talk with him while Dot went up for a successful visit to the chiropodist. Dot cooked some grilled steak in the evening as an anniversary meal.

Dot went to church on Sunday (St Aug at St Luke’s). It was Communion led by Sarah and went very well despite the oddness of everything. Next Sunday I’m supposed to be preaching. We’ll see. Tonight’s Zoom Cake and Compline has been called off because David, Bridget and Vicky are all camping, or loitering within tents, as I call it.

Dot had a long phone conversation with Caren Gazley this morning. She has had gall bladder problems for years but resisted having it out for a long time. She is now on a waiting list for an operation.

I have done a bit of reading and completed a few poems, as well as catching up on a few TV series and following the cricket. Don’t really like plonking myself in front of the TV, but don’t really feel like doing much else. Last day on antibiotics tomorrow; hope that will be a good thing. Dot is pretty well and very positive as always. What a star.