Monday was warmer and mainly dry. I got up fairly early and caught up on e-mails etc. Discovered that you could contact your surgery by e-mail for an appointment; so I did that. I had had a slight infection for a long time. I was told that I would get a reply by the end of Tuesday, but in the end it was Thursday before I had a response – not really a diagnosis but a prescription of antibiotics from a Dr Ward, who I don’t recall ever meeting. Fortunately our chemist is extremely efficient, and I was able to pick them up that afternoon. I’ve now taken three tablets, and there seems to be a slight improvement.

Also tried to renew my driving licence (as I’m over 70, I only get one for three years at a time) but after going right through the process I got rejected for no apparent reason. Will try again next week and if the same thing happens, I’ll send the form. It all seems so unnecessary.

Did some more Paston editing and watched The Killing, part six and later Motherland and Call the Midwife, which is a class act … really gets over the love at the centre of Christianity. Cooked chilli, then we drove to Mousehold Street and walked from there to St Luke’s for the annual parish meeting led by Simon Stokes, the rural dean, who is a good guy. Dot went up at the end and told him so. Most of the meeting was pretty boring, but there were some nice people there. Walked back to pick up car.

Tuesday was warm and dry. Dot went to Alpington School, followed by a visit to Anne and a short walk. She is a bit worried about Philip. I ordered some wine and wrote a sermon. Also finished watching Fargo (the film), which is marvellous and sends shivers up your spine over and over again. I was waiting all day for a call from the surgery, which of course never came. When Dot got back after lunch I posted a parcel to David, then walked in Cary’s Meadow, taking in the hidden bridge beyond, which I found was locked and private property. Terrific. Came back and read the sermon to Dot, then chose hymns while she worked in the garden. Listened again to Pancho and Lefty, a totally brilliant song as sung by Emmylou Harris and the Hot Band. It was written by Townes van Zandt, who is a great songwriter but rather a sad figure.

Later rang Phil (while Roger rang Dot) and watched the new TV Fargo, which is decidedly odd, and In Pursuit of Love, which is also rather strange.

Warm again on Wednesday, but quite windy. Dot Zoomed with a couple of heads, one at Cringleford and another one heading there. I played through the En Passant chess games for last month and bought a  DVD player for Andrew from Amazon. It has now arrived and has been fixed up with good results, I hear. Also did a little Paston editing and other office stuff. After lunch we drove to Thorpe Marshes and walked round until we were blocked by an impressive amount of water, then turned back and came back to the car via Bungalow Lane. Quite tiring. Watched When Harry Met Sally and For Your Eyes Only, both of which we’d seen before. The former is even better than I remembered.

Yesterday was cooler, and a bit windy. Dot visited Newton Flotman school. I looked at Jennie’s funeral again and sent a hymns e-mail to St Augustine’s musicians (no connection). After lunch I picked up my antibiotics from the chemist while Dot was Zooming with Barbara (it’d been raining for 24 hours non-stop in Devon), then walked in Harrison’s Wood and the plantation opposite (off Blue Boar Lane). Met Dennis from Archant pensioners in the chemist, but can’t really place him. Bridget came and cleaned upstairs, and I did even more Paston editing while Dot did a walk round Riverside. We watched Danny Boy, about a British soldier in the Iraqi war getting ludicrously accused of murder. Very well done.

This morning it’s quite a bit cooler, but dry. Dot is having a violin lesson at Anna’s. I have a feeling I’m putting too much detail into all this. Even Dot doesn’t read it.