Tuesday was quite a bit warmer. Dot was in a Zoom DSSO meeting all day, which was very good, she said, including an excellent talk by the Bishop and good comments from others. Meanwhile I rang Thelma’s and Andrew’s care homes to make appointments, then walked to Budgen’s to buy a loaf – and chocolate biscuits for Thelma, who I saw for nearly 90 minutes in the afternoon, out in her garden. Had to wear a mask, though, and got quite tired speaking loudly! She seemed pretty well.

On the way home I called in at the Rosary to check on my gravestone cleaning. Mediocre. Earlier rang Joy to see how things were going – not too bad, apparently. Harriet called around teatime, and Dot walked up to the post office with her and her dog, posting a card to Philip Coomes. In the evening we watched Bullitt: amazingly Dot and I both fell asleep at the same point in the famous car chase. Neither of us could work out the plot, though we were awake for the rest of it. Later watched The Syndicate, penultimate episode. Quite good fun, though there are too many dogs in it and the heroine is an idiot. WhatsApped Sandra and sent her pictures of Thelma and the Cresta care home garden.

Next day it was chillier again and not so sunny. Feeling decidedly odd, very slightly nauseous and light-headed. Wondered later if it was the rather toxic stuff I used to clean the gravestone. Had a better sleep, though. Did very little in the morning, but after lunch walked with Dot over the Julian Bridge and back around Recorder Road – not too far. She went further. I enjoyed a good Heygo tour of parts of the centre of Coventry, which was unexpectedly new to me. Dot caught the end of it.

Watched Return of the Pink Panther. Very funny. David FaceTimed to check on us and remind us about funeral tomorrow. 

There was a coolish wind on Thursday, with light rain in evening. Dot and I had go at getting a couple of my songs written on a stave, then I wrote a website piece on books and started putting poems on pages for my projected book of Christian poems. After lunch Dot drove up to get her regular pills and to visit a garden centre. I didn’t do a walk but managed 4000 steps largely indoors, though I helped Dot tie up the roses for training purposes (the roses, not Dot). At 1pm we watched the webcast of Jennie’s funeral, which was quite moving, though her husband’s name was conspicuous by its absence. David FaceTimed just after funeral. Later watched Lord of the Flies, which was well acted but unconvincing. Felt quite a bit better.

Some rain on Friday. Managed to record three songs on GarageBand and convert them to mp3 via iTunes, ready to give them to Martin. After lunch Dot went to Hobbycraft and Boots while I got a bit further with my next poetry book. Des brought Dot fishnchips and I cooked rather too big a meal for myself: two kippers, mashed potatoes, courgettes and bread. We watched The Spy Who Loved Me, which is pretty good. David Facetimed again to say he had been vaccinated, which is great.

Watched the last episode of Viewpoint, which had been idiotically pulled from the schedules because of allegations against its lead actor. Thanks to David, we found it on ITV hub. Also saw first episode of the new Alan Partridge, which was quite funny.

There was lots of rain on Saturday morning, some of it quite hard. Linda came and cut our hair, then I had a bath. Practised hymns, then had a Face Time with Amy and Oliver, who have both got great results in their exams and seem well. They will drive up to see us in summer!!  Watched Norwich beat Reading 4-1 to become Champions. Videoed the celebrations. Watched Mary Magdalene (2018 film), in which Rooney Mara was very good. Not many steps on the first day of the month (Beltain, apparently). So off to a bad start…

Today we went to Holy Communion led by Liz Cannon, with Carrie “preaching”. Total of 17 people – average for last month or so. Quite warm outside in the sun, but later chilly when we walked up to the Rosary, with rain threatening but holding off. Dot wore her NCFC scarf to church. Rang P in the afternoon: he sounded a bit down after his surgery: I tried to be positive. He is due a CT scan this week.