Last Tuesday was – not bucking the current trend – very warm. Dot finished painting walls, and I went to Morrisons and bought lots of food. Later cooked salmon. Watched last episode of Guilt, which was very well done. In the evening we drove to Golden Dog Lane for DCC, which was a bit trying, despite the Prosecco and fruit salad. I walked home.
Wednesday was – yes – very warm. Dot went to the Yarmouth school with the brilliant head – Maria. I switched on Des’s solar power (I think). Watched YouTube of Alan’s funeral service as it happened: all very good. Dot went to the garden centre and bought a huge pot for the front garden and a huge hanging basket for the drive. Erected latter with help from Mark.
In the evening we drove to Salthouse for a Private View involving Charlotte Ashenden. Welcomed by Ian Dyble, the vicar, who remembered us from last time (and probably elsewhere – not sure where, but he used to be at St Thomas’s). We’re on the same wavelength. He also paints and writes verse. Also met Charlotte’s husband. Afterwards called in to the upscaled Manor at Blakeney and went to the loo. Beautiful light at Blakeney (not in the loo). Ate mussels at home then watched Ladies in Lavender, a film which was surprisingly good.
Thursday was, yes, very warm again. Dot’s school visit was cancelled, so she spent much of the day in the garden. In the early afternoon I walked up to Richer Sounds to ask about replacing my aged, old-style sound system; got a lot of chat from Roger, but nothing all that helpful. Bit disappointed. Bridget came round to clean in the afternoon, and David came around 5.30 to meet her.
Friday was – you guessed it – very warm. Dot and I drove to Bawdeswell Garden Centre and had a snack and cup of tea with Julia Higbee, as well as a discussion about her church, which has problems. After we got home Dot watched Alan’s funeral service, and I watched it again! Then out for street meet – Des and Chris back from Portugal , Mark, John and his eldest daughter; Matthew. Quite hot sun Fish and chips, then watched cricket and football. Former much more exciting. Tired out.
Had a very bad night: started by feeling vaguely sick (though not ill), then had a very heavy stomach, and couldn’t sleep. This made Saturday a very odd day. Also a change in the weather, with much more cloud and even a (very) little rain in the afternoon. This was just after Dot had allocated apace for all of her new plants and cleared up, with a little help from me. Mark has also spent hours (literally) on cleaning his car, and I wrote to Rosemary Town, and sent her a couple of pictures. Also posted the letter.
Meanwhile, David had FTd us, and I was able to thank him for a Father’s Day present he’d sent me – an SF book by Ann Leckie called Translation State. I enjoyed her previous ones. We had our main meal at lunchtime, I lay on the bed for a while in the afternoon – may have gone to sleep – and after tea we watched the Test Match highlights, preceded unintentionally by the Trooping of the Colour highlights. King’s Birthday, and all that.