Fog first thing this morning, but by mid-morning the sun had come through, and I took Dot to see my recent Thorpe walk. We did the main bit, which was enjoyable, but had to cut it short because Dot needed to get home. Still, we did well over 3000 steps and met some friendly people. Amazingly, since I had been there a few days ago, the Norfolk Wildlife Trust had put up two notices on the muddy paths, claiming the marsh for their own. Are they reading my blogs? Probably not.
At lunch time the Mazda garage rang and said they had to shut on Saturdays and would I ring them about my appointment. This was a bit mystifying as my appointment (for a service) is next Wednesday, but I rang anyway. When they rang back it turned out to be a general message, but it certainly didn’t read like one.
It has been getting colder. Yesterday I went out at about 2pm to try and catch a bit of sun, but it was mostly behind buildings even at that time. I had to come back early because I got a message saying my Amazon package had been delivered, and Dot was not answering the phone. However, it turned out she had received the package, part of which was a microphone to assist her in recording her violin for a couple of projects she’s engaged on. I went out again for another short walk, across to Riverside.
In the evening we had our Compline on Zoom. Everyone except Vicky turned up: she had a problem with Amy, but Amy seems OK now. I have started to dictate my early novella, Realm, to my computer: not perfect , but better than I thought it would be. Dot and I have started praying together at lunchtime. There is no obvious connection between these two things.
We are now in Tier 2, which is marginally better than being in Covid lockdown, but we will probably have to cancel our meal with the Robinsons at Delia’s, though we may go on our own. The only real problem is not being able to meet who we like at home (or their home). Meeting outside is OK, and most shops will be open. The economy is a disaster area, of course, and I’m not sure all this is necessary.
On Tuesday I walked to the shops with Dot and walked round the car park while she browsed Boots. It was cold, but as always lower temperatures in still conditions don’t seem nearly as unpleasant as temperatures five degrees higher in a bit of a breeze. I think we need a different way of measuring temperature.
Wednesday was grey and damp – one of those really unpleasant autumn days – but we went to the Blofield Farm Shop at Oaklands, which was superb, and then on to Morrisons, because Des has damaged his ankle and so couldn’t do our shopping. This brought our steps up nicely. Dot’s new “Fitbit” is working well. In the evening we watched The Medusa Touch (1976), which was pretty impressive.