Feeling pretty down this morning for various reasons. Had our booster jabs yesterday – perhaps it’s that. Some e-mail exchanges over mask-wearing in church didn’t help either. Then I wrote this blog, tried to get a picture and lost everything I’d written. I know it’s there somewhere, but I’ve no idea where. So here we go again.
Last Monday was dry in the morning, slightly cool. Rain in late afternoon lasted into evening. Dot went to a DSSO meeting, and I went on a tour of military graves at the Rosary, led by someone called Marriage on behalf of the Dragon Hall group. He was getting on and moved very slowly. Adrian O’dell was there, as was Andrew Mitchell, the viola player from Sillars, who I eventually recognised. About ten of us all together.
Afterwards I walked down to Riverside to check on the Riverside Road traffic fiasco: one-way for several weeks while they mend the pavements, or at least think about it. In the evening we hosted a DCC meeting. Full complement, including Elwira and Debbie. Matt expressed his usual worries about CofE managerial ambitions, but Graham handled it quite well. Just over two hours. Watched University Challenge and an episode of Friends.
Tuesday was quite warm, but a bit breezy. Got up relatively early and went to post Amy’s birthday card, then continued up into the Rosary. Found the Thorpe Station railway disaster graves again. (Keep losing them.) Dot went to Taverham school in the afternoon. I cut the hanging basket back. Judy came and picked up her car about 5pm – she’d left it in our drive about 8.20am to go to London to visit her friend Mavis, who’s in a bad way. She stayed for a cup of tea.
Dot and I had been to Morrisons earlier: she walked both ways, and I filled up with petrol. In the evening we had a couple of fish cakes that had been delivered earlier from Cley (with other stuff), and watched The Outlaw Josey Wales, which remarkably was just as good as I remembered, with a superb performance by Chief Dan George. Norfolk Record Office have found a record of my grandparents’ grave at Earlham. I have the number: just need to find it now.
Wednesday was a mixture of heavy rain and blue and white skies. Not too cold. There was a surprise in the morning when Dot took a phone call while I was in the bath: it was David Kett, ringing from North Walsham, where he’d been staying in the Beechwood Hotel. He and his wife Shirley came for coffee – he looked very much like his father. Annoyingly I forgot to take a photograph.
Dot had to leave for lunch at the Cozy Club with three other heads – Sue Eagle, Sandra and Pam. She was late back, arriving just before the rain. She had to write reports, and so I made dinner. Spoke to David on FT – his app has gone live: Discover your WHO. Pretty impressive. Dot went to orchestra, and when she got back we spoke briefly to Amy on FT. It’s her 17th birthday, but I can’t persuade either her or her father to give me her bank details. Watched an episode of The Chosen before going to bed.
There was a cold wind on Thursday, but occasionally the sun poked through. It rained first thing. Watched the last episode of The Chosen over breakfast, then I went out for a shortish walk, mainly along the river, which was very high. There was flooding on the coast – at Blakeney, for example. In the afternoon we watched part of Shetland. Bridget came round and swept, and a dispute arose by e-mail over wearing masks in church. I was against it, but many others want to. Went into the street with Des, Chris, Mary and Bob to sing Happy Birthday to Phoebe. She is a year younger than Amy. Kim came round for meal, and I cooked salmon, and Dot did blackberry and apple crumble. Had quite a good evening and discussed various things.
Friday was still quite cold, but not so windy. Some rain, which we avoided. Dot went to Wreningham in the morning, and I had a phone call from Phil Kerrison, who was worried about what he’d said in an e-mail about vaccines etc. After lunch walked up to Lionwood, where I had my booster jab (Pfizer again) despite dire warnings from Kim. Well organised as usual. Dot drove up later and arrived just as I left. Walked round while she waited (15 mins after jab), then she walked home while I drove. Paul called in at 4pm for a cup of tea on the way to his jab at the same place.
At 5.30pm we ventured out for a drink, though it was a bit chilly (Des, Chris, Mark, John, Mary). Some visitors to Norwich asked for advice, and Dot went with them to help them reach the lane behind Aspland Flats, where they were staying. Difficult because of the one-way on Riverside Road. After supper watched Guilt, but both felt very sleepy and lost track. Only other side-effect so far is sore arms (both of us).