Late last Wednesday we went to Morrisons after having tea with Des and Chris, and I may have lost the door key there. David and Chrissy FaceTimed us as we were cooking our supper – salmon. Watched Death in Paradise, and Adrian texted to say they’d won their bowls match and he was top of the season’s averages. Dot decided not to go to the Cathedral service for her diocese job, or to Sillars, because of the risk of disrupting proceedings by coughing, and late in the evening Janet called with her orchestra music.
Thursday was grey but slightly warmer. Walked over to Morrisons to see if anyone had handed in the key, but no luck. Wrote sermon, chose hymns and tidied up suitcases while Dot did the washing. Anne rang: things not good – Philip is going downhill physically. Watched the test match and England beating Hungary 4-0 in Budapest.
Friday was grey and warm again. Dot walked to Morrisons, got some food and some new keys cut. These didn’t work; so she went back in the car and got them redone. Kim came round for a delicious lunch prepared by Dot and stayed till just after 5pm. Interesting conversation as always. Showed her Wales pix. Usual Friday street drinks. Des bought fish and chips as usual, and I did myself ham, eggs and assorted potatoes: mash left over from yesterday, four chips from shop and a pile of potato sticks. In the evening we watched the cricket again and finished watching Baptiste – quite good, actually.
Saturday was quite warm again. We walked up to the Castle Museum to see John Crome exhibition (pre-booked). Very well done. Also saw that the Paston Treasure picture had been moved into a much better spot, and the striking pietra dura table top was there too. Home for lunch via Julian Bridge. Lots of people about, including a wedding party in the Museum and what appeared to be hen parties in the city. Spoke briefly to Ciara and Mark.
Wrote a piece on Wales for my website and a favourable review of the Crown Hotel for Trip Advisor. Read Alfred Jenner’s book, Home for Christmas, borrowed from Jenny Downing. Mainly about his war experiences as a POW, but partly about Thorpe St Andrew, where he lived. He was the man who gave me my job on the EDP. In the evening we practised hymns and then watched cricket, where India were gaining the upper hand. Happened on a documentary about Only Fools and Horses, and watched that, then made the mistake of watching a rather random episode – not so good, because it had been featured in the documentary.
Then we watched the first episode of The Chosen, recommended by Kim. I wasn’t all that impressed until it was explained by Dot – possibly because I had dozed off in the middle.
Had a really bad night and was pretty tired all day on Sunday. Warm again. Went to church and played songs and gave a sermon. Afterwards, refreshments outside – spoke to P, who’s a bit shaky, but who led the service, and Anna, whose eye is pretty bad, though you can’t tell from looking at it. Carrie was organising help for a medieval service in a couple of weeks time. Aargh.
After lunch we did some work in the garden after Dot had walked to Morrisons again and bought food. Cut back lots of ivy. Artistically, obviously. Watched football (England 4-0 Andorra), then cricket, then a rather boring Grand Prix won by Verstappen, followed by the next episode of Vigil, which is excellent. Unbelievable, of course, but excellent anyway.