Rather nice butterfly (you can tell I majored in nature study) pictured by the river at Cringleford the other day. I pursued it for a while before getting close enough for this shot.

Now on tenterhooks waiting to see if Norwich City manage to win tonight and preserve their hopes of staying in the Championship. I am not overly optimistic, but then I am not an overly optimistic person – about that sort of thing, anyway. A card Dot discovered while cleaning out my study the other day reminds me that someone of my name “handles disappointment well, since he tends to expect it”. Grain of truth there, though I prefer the “wry sense of humour”. Must be something in it, mustn’t there?

Earlier today went to see my doctor, and got in only 35 minutes late. Can’t complain, can you? My blood’s PSA level is no longer “perfect”: it is “undetectable”. Can something be undetectable and perfect at the same time? Of course it can. Still feeling a bit fragile, but the rest of my blood tests were good too, so I don’t appear to have anything. Nothing obvious, anyway. Three days more antibiotics…

After going to the dentist on Friday (one filling to come), I went with Dot to see Graham Kendrick, well known songwriter and worship leader, at King’s Centre. It was a good evening (800 – sold out), though I would rather he had played some more of his performance songs. Impressive guy; everyone warmed to him. Surprised to see Anna, Nicholas and Phil there from St Augustine’s, and Marjorie – a face from the past: our best man’s sister, who lives just outside Norwich, but who we don’t see very often. Really nice to run into her.

On a roll, we went out again on Saturday evening to see HMS Pinafore by the Carla Rosa Opera at the Theatre Royal. I’m a sucker for G&S, both lyrics and music, but this was an exceptional performance. I sat there with a stupid grin on my face all evening. Sadly the theatre was half empty; hard to understand why, unless it was the ludicrous ticket prices. All right, we were in the best seats, but nearly £30 a ticket?! The Maddermarket, a much nicer and smaller theatre, costs £10-£12 a time.

Led at St Augustine’s on Sunday: almost had to play guitar as well because of music group absentees, but Liz stepped in at the last moment. Ambient Wonder planning in the evening: I think I’m in a minority of one in not really enthusing about the planning meetings, though the pizza and wine were fine. First thoughts on the event at Greenbelt we’re involved in: theme The Long Now. While I was supposed to be praying I thought of a great idea for a poem. Perhaps I was praying. Who knows?