It’s not raining at the moment, but Dot has been in the garage for most of the afternoon, sorting out once again. We’re really going to have to get rid of some stuff soon. I’ve done an article for my website, and gone through Oliver’s latest version of his personal statement, which is very good. We’re also turning the guest bedroom into a music room; so I’ve taken a few things up there. When I say “turning”, I really mean “using as”. It will still be a guest bedroom.
Last Saturday proceeded as anticipated, and I don’t just mean Norwich contriving to lose a match they dominated: 0-1 to Derby. The Zoom version of the Crabbe poetry awards went pretty well: I managed to read my poem Young Birds, which had been Highly Commended and appears in the Anthology that I received today, together with complimentary comments from judge Martin Figura. The next day £75 appeared in my account from the Suffolk Poetry Society; so I assume that was the prize. In the evening we watched North by Northwest, starring Cary Grant, which was very good. And funny.
On Sunday we went to church, and I led the service, which went pretty well. Dot played violin. The rest of the day we spent watching television. I hate it when that happens. Though I suppose I sort of like it as well.
Another rainy day on Monday. Dot visited Brooke School, which went pretty well, and called round to see Anne afterwards.
On Tuesday the weather improved slightly. I did a “workshop” on Family History organised by the Norfolk Record Office using Microsoft Teams. Went pretty well, with some good info, though not the most assured performance by the leader. Dot went for the first of her violin lessons with Anna and vowed to practise each day, which I think she has done. She is pretty enthusiastic. Later we watched a documentary about Plague Fiction, which turned out to be quite interesting, and then Billy Liar, an excellent film that was extremely funny. We were also FaceTimed by David and Chrissy: David has injured his back, but is not flat out, I’m glad to say.
Yesterday was quite sunny, which was good because I had to walk up to the dentist’s for a rather extensive filling – at least it felt extensive, but Ross said that was because it was hard to get at. It took 40 minutes and cost £374, but at least it didn’t hurt. The walk up and back was quite pleasant. Dot meanwhile was at Horstead School, enjoying a rather prolonged visit. In the evening we watched The Devil and Miss Jones, which was much better than I thought it was going to be. Very funny in places, but the ending could have been improved on.