The warm weather continues, but we’re getting thunderstorm warnings, which is a bit worrying in view of the horrific flooding in Germany. Nothing much going on today, by which I mean that I’m catching up at the computer. (finishing Parish Pump, etc). Dot is preparing for the visit of the Gazleys tomorrow.
Sunday afternoon was very hot, and after church we were pretty inert. Had quite a long FaceTime with David, during which Chrissy told us all about her new book. We watched a couple of episodes of The Killing 3, plus the end of the Tour de France and the British grand prix, where Hamilton won controversially, though we felt his move was ok.
Monday was hot again. Mary and Neville Thrower came for lunch – avocado, then salmon. We had a drink in garden first, tea upstairs afterwards. Graham wrote asking me how he should do Communion; gave him some hints after ringing Jude, but mainly passed the buck. Not sure we can get into the safe for the Communion vessels, but I have a cunning plan if not. Anyway, Carrie is apparently better (not sure she ever had Covid). Watched several more episodes of The Killing 3, and our blackbird came indoors.
It was still hot on Tuesday, but slightly more bearable. Dot was not feeling too good with labyrinthitis; so I drove her to Worstead School, where she was attending a farewell celebration for the cook after 50 years! While that was happening I repeated my walk and added a bit on: felt pretty tired in the heat near the end, but most of it was fine. On the way back to Norwich we took a slight detour in Horstead to see where Lucy is now living. Watched the last two episodes of The Killing 3, which were very good. Had a sneaking feeling we might have seen it before. What a terrible memory I have. Afterwards I went to Morrisons to buy some Kwells for Dot – searched the main store without luck, then discovered the pharmacy was open. Watched an episode of Beck after I cooked kippers, then went to bed early: I had had a bad might the previous night, but much better this time.
On Wednesday the Hello Fresh delivery man made me get out of bed. Had a quick bath then drove Dot up to the surgery for her “diabetic” eye test. Apparently all good. I went for a walk while she was being seen, without straying far from the surgery. Had HF meal for lunch, and I left at 4pm for Snape and a private view of the Lettering Arts Trust/Suffolk Poetry Society exhibition. Arrived at Snape early enough to go to the loo (they locked them as I emerged) then went for a short walk. Idyllic setting. Found cottage where we’ll be staying in October.
The exhibition was quite small. Poets present that I knew: Lynne Nesbit, Beth Soule, that Dutch bloke, Kaaren Whitney, Sue M… No readings, but then I didn’t think there would be. Drove home after an hour. Diversion near Halesworth. Arrived home about 8.15pm. Another very warm day. Dot feeling a bit better. Watched another Beck.
Yesterday was warm and dry again, and Dot was still feeling a bit better. She had asked online for a consultation with the doctor, but no call came. No surprise there. Eventually she got an e-mail telling her to respond if she’d not heard; so she responded this morning, and she still hasn’t heard. Wrote most of my stuff for Parish Pump, and Dot discovered after some angst that she didn’t owe the Inland Revenue anything: in fact they owe her about £400. We went to Morrisons and bought food and petrol, dropping papers into Des first. Bridget came and cleaned; Dot and I watched webinar by Nick Stone on photographs and John Crome. Quite good but not brilliant. Later we watched Endeavour and the penultimate episode of Fargo (fourth series).