What a murky year so far, in so many ways. Today (Tuesday 28 January) it is grey and wet, and Dot is on her way back from the dentist’s. I drove her up, but she wanted to have look a round the shops on the way back. I cancelled my appointment because I still have a cough – not frequent, but apt to come on without warning, which is not what you want when you’re at the dentist’s.
Going back over a week, Monday 20th was also grey – and cold. Got in touch with Joy to arrange a meeting: eventually settled on the 31st, because they have a lot on this week. Just as well, as it turned out. Still feeling bit chesty. Plus pains in lower right side off and on. Feels like gas. After lunch drove to Morrisons, bought food and other supplies and put petrol in car. Inauguration of President Trump. Biden determined to prove he was no better by pre-pardoning members of his family plus the notorious Faucci. Ho hum. Watched quite a bit of TV but nothing too significant. Put bins out. Cooked salmon. Dot very tired – slept a bit in afternoon.
Tuesday’s weather pretty much the same. Bit of an upset stomach in a minor way: felt better towards evening. Earlier sorted out charity money – quite a big job – and walked up to post office – bitterly cold. Brought bins in when I got back. Cooked pizza, and we had some Christmas pudding. Let Oliver know our latest situation, and he decided to put off coming up here, especially as there were colds going round at work. Sad not to see him but I think it’s the right decision. Will see him soon, I hope.
Wednesday – More of the same, but slightly wetter. Wore raincoat to go to church in morning after Judy had come round to see last episode of The Chosen. Quite warm in hall, and we covered quite a bit of Acts 16, 17 – I think. Cooked salmon en croute and then Dot went with Janet to orchestra rehearsal. No Nova. I watched a documentary on Jack the Ripper (Lucy Worsley) but went to sleep. Don’t know why I was so tired.
Thursday – Bit of rain, but not too bad for Philip Robinson’s funeral. Church pretty full. Saw several people we recognised from the area, including Sally Morris, who we gave a lift to the Annesley Hotel on Newmarket Road for the wake. She seemed very unhappy. Also saw Mary and Bernard Pitt, Mrs Barter, Bernadette – and Sylvia was there too. Plus the family of course. At the wake sat with Francine and her son Simon, a really nice guy and an IT specialist, of course. Both live in Northampton. Also chatted with Anne and the girls, plus David (Louise’s husband). Nice food at the hotel. One or two photos that I’d taken! Felt fine while all this was going on, but when we got home I felt cold and tired. Had to lie down. Had omelettes for evening meal and watched another episode of Patience. Plot a bit far-fetched, but enjoyable. Dire bad weather warnings for tomorrow, but mainly somewhere else.
Friday – Cold, windy, mainly dry. Avoided worst of storm that brought rain, high winds and snow to more northerly and westerly parts of the country. Too much cold wind to meet in street. Earlier went with Dot to chemist and then Morrisons – after getting up late and choosing hymns. Couldn’t eat much lunch and had to lie down. Felt cold and very tired. Later chest was very tight. Had small supper, watched Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, which wasn’t quite as good as I remembered, but had its points. Felt better towards the end of the evening and helped Dot clear up in kitchen – she had been making a birthday cake for Nikki.
Saturday – Weather similar. Very unwell during night: pain side and back – had to take paracetamol. Dot prayed for me for quite a while. Eventually got to sleep but not all well during the day. Stayed in bed. Had a bath. Took more paracetamol. Dot went to match: City beat Swansea 5-1. She went back to shop to get me some white fish. Got up to watch TV and felt gradually a bit better, possibly because I went to loo. Dot said she also had pain in similar place (not the loo): possibly we ate something. Watched final two episodes of Crá – Gaelic thriller. Quite good.
Sunday was a strange day. Pain much less. Dot went to church with cake for Nikki. I stayed in bed. Took more paracetamol, which helped. Started coughing quite a lot, which also helped, I think Slept a lot later. Though not quite as much as I thought I had. Felt very tired. Church went well – Dot did prayers, and everyone was concerned about me. Lots of advice, including ringing 111 or going to A&E. Decided I felt bad enough already. Des and Chris back from Lichfield. Spurs lost to Leicester.
Yesterday there was some rain. Landmark morning: I went down to make a cup of tea (just after 8am) and didn’t need to put the light on. Rang dentist to cancel my appointment . Still felt very heavy, with the greatest desire really to go to bed or, if already in bed, to go to sleep. As you see, I’ve got behind with my blog. Watched a bit of television in the evening, including the first episode of Silent Witness, which wasn’t really helpful because it was about a man dying of an unknown virus/pathogen on a plane. Very exciting, though. Also saw a documentary on the Loch Ness Monster. There’s definitely something there. I can feel it.