And so it goes on. Three very warm days in succession, though it got cool yesterday evening, when we happened to be sitting outside Fred and Sue’s caravan at West Runton. It had been very warm when we arrived, but by the time we were having something to eat it had clouded over and become quite chilly. I was glad I had taken my jacket, and Dot had brought her grey top.
Had a good time with them, though, and I probably felt as well as I’ve felt since I became ill, and had no trouble driving home. This despite it being an eventful day: our hedge was cut in the morning, and our hair too, though not by the same person or with the same implement. Linda put some highlights in Dot’s hair, and Colin and his son Jordan (studying to be a lawyer) trimmed our hedge very nicely. They also cut down the conifer in the front garden, which was getting too big for its boots.
The garden is looking bigger and lighter, though Dot has spent a lot of time today (when it’s still very warm) clearing up. I made the mistake of giving her a hand and cutting back the ivy at the front: I wan’t doing it for long, but I felt shattered and had to lie down. The lack of energy is extremely frustrating. Ray at church is having the same problem, but in his case I think it’s his heart. He’s about the same age as me.
I know that, because we went to church this morning for Communion led by Liz Cannon, all of us dutifully distanced and wearing masks. It was all a bit ridiculous really – not the service, the precautions. Anna did a nice lectio divina on Jesus walking on the water. Phil Gazley was there, and so was Matt, who had a feature in the EDP this week on his cycling business.
We did a Zoom Cake and Compline last Tuesday but are planning a get-together in the garden this week. Earlier that day Anne came round for a while: she’s worried about hospital tests she’s having. Afterwards Dot went to the Garden Centre and bought some Nyjer seeds for the goldfinches.
On Wednesday Roger and Debbie came and had drinks in the garden with us, which was very pleasant. Not quite so hot, but comfortable enough.
Andrew’s birthday was on Thursday. I sent him some books and a bar of chocolate, plus a card (separately) and half-expected him to get in touch, but he hasn’t. It would be nice to get over and see him, but I don’t know when that will be possible. Also on Thursday our painter Barry brought his wife Carol for a drink in the garden. He also brought us a sausage roll each, but of course I couldn’t eat mine. Too much fat. Dot ate them both (but not both at once). Carol is very nice – first time we’d met her. Barry is going to do some more painting next month.
On Friday it was extremely hot, and we had our usual drink in the street. I got very tired after half an hour or so and had to come in. Earlier I had rung the ward to ask about my discharge letter from Dilham Ward. The Sister was apologetic and promised to post it to me. The next day I got a letter form the hospital, but it was cancelling my appointment for September 18 and then reinstating it – same time, slightly different place. I’m hoping the discharge letter will arrive tomorrow.
Interesting and very close Test Match between England and Pakistan, which we won by about four wickets, thanks to big innings from Woakes. Stokes is out for the next two tests, so there’s a chance Woakes will retain his place.