The Killing came to an end for us on Sunday afternoon. In this case it was not so much a spontaneous massacre of everyone who disagrees with me (though that’s tempting sometimes), but the Danish 20-episode series series that was actually pretty brilliant, though the ending could have been sightly better. It was definitely a lot better than Formula 1, where Hamilton contrived to throw away the 18 points that had been gifted to him when Verstappen’s tyre fell apart; and the Test between England and New Zealand was not particularly inspiring. Too much TV really – in bed after midnight.
High cloud on Monday: quite pleasant, very warm at times. Caught up with office backlog and spoke to Barbara and Lily on the phone. Also had an e-mail exchange with Phil K, who is on holiday in West Norfolk. Dot sorted out the garage, and we took a lot of stuff to the tip. Quite a queue. Put other stuff in car ready for charity shop, and the Paston banners ready to leave at North Walsham. Watched Inside No 9, which was brilliant as always. Then two episodes of Fargo – pretty weird. It’s set in Kansas City in the 1950s, and centres on gang warfare.
Tuesday was warm and dry. Dot walked to Anna’s for a violin lesson while I filled the car up with petrol and checked the tyres – to my astonishment they were almost fully inflated. Must be six months at least since I checked them. Also did half-hour walk along thee river and up the Close, then round by Recorder Road.
After lunch we drove to North Walsham to look at Roger’s bungalow. He showed us plans for quite big changes: so it will be some time before they move in. Afterwards dropped off Paston banners at the Knees and stayed for a cup of tea. Had a longish chat about the Paston Heritage Society and agreed to do a final magazine. After supper watched Tea with Mussolini, with Cher, Judi Dench etc etc – very, very good. Lots of traffic around today, especially on Riverside Road because of a temporary Thorpe Road closure, and this continues as I write. Wrote to EDP about western link and other road issues.
Wednesday was very warm indeed. I drove up to the chemist for pills, then to Sainsbury’s to recycle cardboard. Then to Postwick, but couldn’t find the river: many years since I’d been there, and lots of house-building. Last time I went you could drive right down to what used to be the ferry.
Dot was zooming Barbara, so I walked up to the Rosary, met a woman called Pam and had quite a long chat. She lives on Cintra Road and has a grandson in Canada. In the afternoon Dot walked to Morrison’s and I drove. Got lots of shopping because Des and Chris are going away. Had some drinks outside in the sun, and I felt a bit ill so went in after a while. Started cooking Hello Fresh while Dot went over to Des’s and was told which plants to water. Watched two out of three episodes of Anne Boleyn, with very good black woman in title role. Have now seen all of them: very well done. Philip R is in hospital with heart and lung problems.
Thursday was humid, warm but cloudy a lot of the time. We drove out to see Anne in the morning, and I proceeded to see Thelma at Cresta Run, her care home, while Dot chatted with Anne. Philip is still in hospital: apparently the pacemaker operation nicked his lung. Thelma seemed well.
After lunch Freddie came round to wash the car for £10 – a project inspired by Des. While he was bringing us change for a £20 note, David FaceTimed, and they had a chat. Bridget turned up to clean for us while Dot weeded in the front garden, apparently a job I should have done. I ordered fish and cheese from Cley and some jelly from Amazon. Later we watched The October Man, an old film which was good in many ways but as so often with old films, stopped before it should have done. Old films are not good on after-effects and implications.