Sunday was cool, windy. Dry in the morning, but very wet from mid-afternoon. Went to church and did sermon and prayers as well as playing guitar. Seemed to go well. Chatted with Steve and Nikki afterwards, as well as Carrie, who is not physically well – may have hernia – as well as worried about other things. Vicky was there: children not doing too well. Phil there but not playing guitar.

Latish home: football traffic. Norwich under new manager David Wagner lost 1-0 to Blackburn in the FA Cup but had 20 corners! Felt a bit under the weather. Watched some football and Call the Midwife. Longish FT with David interrupted initially by call from the Baxis in Coventry. I had left a message that Andrew had died, and they were deeply shocked. Also e-mailed Central Hall and Hearsall Baptist in case anyone there knew him. Rang Phil and Sylvia Ford to fix visits tomorrow and Tuesday respectively. 

Monday was quite pleasant, but chilly. Dry. Dot dropped me at church in morning, and I did a Bible study with Steve, Judy and Debbie – Acts 1. Not too much trouble with Debbie. Cold in hall and I didn’t feel particularly well, though I suspect this may have been something I ate. After lunch we drove to Phil’s with some of Andrew’s stuff and discussed the funeral arrangements. Home, watched some football and Happy Valley, plus Far from the Madding Crowd, a very good film.  Felt considerably better. 

Very wet on Tuesday. Rained quite hard for much of the day, which made transferring Bibles and pictures to Sylvia Ford in Framingham Earl quite difficult. Dot and I went together, and we had quite a nice chat, not to mention scones and tea. Lots of water on the country roads. Didn’t feel particularly well in the afternoon – head clogged up and pressured. Lay down for a while. Funeral director rang up and said Andrew was in Norwich; will be seeing him (FD, not Andrew) on Thursday. He said the funeral would not be till February in all probability. Passed this on to Phil. In the evening watched Silent Witness: excellent as always despite the odd improbability. Des came round and invited us over to his on Friday if the weather was too bad to be out, as seems likely. Mark has left for Mobile, where he will be stuck with the Memphis Blues again, until the ship sails to Europe.

Wednesday was an odd day. Mixture of rain and dry, but pretty grey all round. Finished reading Local Hero, which is excellent, but then I think the film is my all-time favourite. Dot went to Taize at church at lunchtime, and I caught up on computer, preparing for my visit to the funeral director tomorrow. Phil called in about 3.30 after having his hair cut: brought a card with notes I’d left at his. Had a brief chat. In the evening I started off to go to Swan Poets at Halesworth, but traffic in Norwich was bad and there was a road closure at Saxlingham Nethergate. Ended up on several country lanes and then road works traffic lights near Bungay before taking the wrong turn. All felt wrong; so I went home – had been on the road for 90 minutes. Meanwhile Dot went to orchestra. Watched final episode of Series 2 of Slow Horses – really good. 

Drizzle at first yesterday, then dry in a wet sort of way. Chilly breeze. Plumber came to look at shower pump – is going to replace it. Dot drove me to funeral director’s and I spoke to Debbie, Glynn’s deputy, for about an hour. Nice woman. Walked home, partly by riverside path, where I had a chat with a litter picker. Watched football, then Dot realised her planned meal for Ray couldn’t be cooked from frozen. So she got a new one from Morrisons, which she cooked just in time. I drove her and she took it in. Christine seemed very peaceful. 

Came back for our own meal and then watched all three episodes of Stonehouse, which was amusing but left questions unanswered, like how he could be so stupid and why women were attracted to him.