Dot has just driven off to visit Anne, and we are into the 54th year of our marriage. Yesterday (of course) was our 53rd wedding anniversary, as well as Norfolk Day, and we celebrated it by having lunch in the Maids Head, reputed to be the oldest hotel in the country. The meal was excellent, as was the Provence rose. It was quite warm, and we dodged the rain – including a torrential shower while we were eating. On the way home we met Eleanor by chance outside the Cathedral, then went inside and thanked God for our 53 years. We would have seen Dippy the Dinosaur, but he closed early: a put-upon curate was turning people away.
Later we collapsed on the sofa and watched quite a lot of Olympics and some Mayan MC, in which an awful lot of people are getting shot. The Olympics are more interesting than we expected. The surgery has now put off Dot’s telephone consultation till Aug 8!! Unbelievable. I have threatened to send them an e-mail saying she has passed away, but the repercussions might be unacceptable. Dot is threatening to move surgeries.
We had messages of congratulation from David and Angela, and after I had put Dot’s picture on Facebook, more than 50 other people.
Returning to a more orderly turn of events, last Friday was definitely a bit cooler, but we met outside at 5.30 for the usual street chat – there was a good showing. In the evening we watched the last episode of Fargo – bit mysterious. Keep feeling we missed something. Also Death in Paradise. Very low steps today.
Saturday was reasonably warm but overcast. Caren and Phil came for lunch. We started with drinks in the garden and lots of good conversation. After eating we walked up to the Rosary, then into Lion Wood and round by Cintra Road. Tired. Dot and I slept for a while after they left.
Sunday was mainly overcast with occasional sun, but none of the forecast rain. Heavy on clergy at church, with the Rev Graham leading and the Rev Simon preaching (very well). Had long chat with him afterwards and encouraged Graham, who did very well at adapting to our idiosyncrasies. Greens away, also Cannons and Phil. Took glass frame to Matt’s house afterwards in Christchurch Road. Watched the film Yesterday again (good, but better first time: great ending) and an episode of Beck. Lay down for a while, then got the big ladder out and cut ivy back on back wall. Watched some Olympics and walked with Dot up to the sorting office to post a birthday card for Christine Fiske. Went to sleep while watching Baptiste.
Monday started with a dark sky but was quite warm. Caught up with emails and wrote website piece and poem – the latter while sitting in Morrisons car park as Dot was shopping. Earlier I had updated the car sat nav at a cost of over £100 – but at least it has the right roads on it. Can’t turn radio off, though, without losing directions. Drove up towards Plumstead to check. Also checked car tyres after the tyre alarm went off the other day. Down a bit, but not much. Prepared old novels to take to Adrian for his fete. The gas man came and serviced our boiler, and we watched Olympics again. Gold in swimming, diving and mountain bike race. Yippee. The mountain bike gold was particularly impressive.