Saturday (3rd) was fairly mild, with a few drops of rain. Walked with Dot to Carrow Road, then back along the river. Norwich beat Coventry 2-1. Back home, I watched Ireland beat France at rugby. Good game. Had stopped taking two pills (blue and red) because they seem irrelevant and I suspect they were making me feel ill. FaceTime with David in the evening: talked about memories of Yelverton and environs. Watched another episode of The Chosen. Very moving.
On Sunday it became a bit windier but mainly dry. Went to church in the morning and played in music group: did a song requested by Carrie, with Steve leading – it went surprisingly well, and Ray said he liked it! Carrie preached a very good sermon. Spent most of the day watching TV, and feeling pretty rotten. Cooked pies for supper. Oliver FaceTimed us, and we had quite a long chat. After watching Death in Paradise (new series) I felt a bit better. Funny, that.
Monday was dull, becoming windier. Dot drove me to the dentist’s in the morning – bit of a headache, but felt better than I had during the night, when I took the two tablets I had discontinued and also paracetamol. Dentist took out one of my teeth (top left) after quite a struggle, during which he was at pains to reassure me that it was all “normal”. Dot picked me up, and I rested most of the afternoon (more paracetamol, as advised). Not much to eat rest of the day – a banana and a couple of boiled eggs. Watched another episode of The Chosen and various other things – Silent Witness, a documentary on Blencathra, football and Trigger Point, a bomb thriller. Not feeling too bad.
Yesterday was windy but not too cold. Dry till late afternoon, but lots of rain in the evening. Dr Hampsheir rang me unexpectedly just after 8am, while I was making tea, to ask how the removal of my catheter had gone. It soon transpired he was working from a hospital letter dated October 31st: I had had a catheter inserted and removed twice since then – and had an operation. Amazing: still, he’s a nice guy and anxious to help. He ended up writing a prescription for antibiotics because we thought I might have a UTI. I think he’s right. He also said there was no real need to take the blue bladder tablets. We’ll see.
Later we drove to the Town House for our monthly Archant breakfast. My mouth was fine, and I had the usual meal. Tricia was there, but not Brian, or Jenny Downing, who I believe is quite ill. Peter F and David Newham also put in an appearance.
After lunch Phil and Joy came over, and I took them up to their solicitor’s in KIng Street, then picked them up again an hour later. We then had a cup of tea and biscuits till about 4.30pm, which went very well. Feeling a bit under par, but not too bad. Spent most of evening watching television , including an old adaptation of a book by Vita Sackville West – All Passion Spent. Deleted an otherwise promising comedy drama series because of genuinely offensive language (about Jesus). I have never done that before.
Today has been very busy, as Wednesdays often are. It’s been a bit overcast, but dry and not too cold: however, rain is forecast and snow elsewhere in the country, apparently zeroing in on our favourite sports, namely (in this case) Corwen and Buxton – and almost certainly Ballater too. Judy came round to watch an episode of The Chosen, then she took me to church, where I led a Bible study (Steven, Debbie, Judy, Ellie): Dot turned up before we started. Went reasonably well, but drifted off on to historical queries which I said I would look up for next time.
Afterwards I drove home and Dot stayed for meditation and Taizé. Got myself some fried potatoes and toast and set fire to the hob (very briefly), then drove to chemist to pick up antibiotics to combat the rumoured UTI. Went smoothly. Dot went to café after church and then walked home. I did some clearing up, and did quite a lot more when she went to orchestra rehearsal in the evening. Sorted out the drawers in the bedroom and also did a bit in the bathroom. Quite tired afterwards.
We’d had soup for supper, interrupted briefly by Harriet, who called and had a cup of tea. We were watching the last episode of All Passion Spent (very good , incidentally), and she mentioned that her grandmother had been part of the Bloomsbury set of whom the author of APS (Vita Sackville West) was a part. She had, too – we looked her up later.