Monday, June 30 was very hot and dry. Heatwave, one might almost say, as the BBC did ad infinitum, when not apologising for broadcasting Glastonbury hate speech. Wrote a reply to one our friends’ messages about Israel, and then Dot wrote a better one. We haven’t sent either yet. Went to Morrisons, then in the afternoon rang to get the results of my most recent water sample. I was told it was abnormal and I would need to see a doctor, but as I already have an appointment with a doctor in three weeks’ time, they weren’t keen to give me another one. I queried this but was told that although the results were abnormal, they weren’t urgent. So either it’s something relatively trivial or something they can’t do anything about. No worries. In three weeks I might know.
Mark is home. We watched a chunk of Wimbledon (Katie Boulder scraping through) and I cooked some cod which wasn’t as tasty as Dot hoped it would be. I quite liked it.
Tuesday was also very hot. Strange day. Drove to Archant pensioners’ meeting in the morning, but it was very poorly attended. Robin had fallen over again, but Tricia was there, and the three of us were joined by the printer guy who I know well but whose name I forget, plus Andy Russell, Alan George and Ann Crane. We all sat together and actually had a pretty good chat. Later Dot and I got a bus into the city and got some corrections done to our travel documents for both Channel Islands and Canada (mainly Mr Dorothy Lenton). She then walked on towards Jarrolds for her nails appointment with Hannah; I went halfway with her then circled back to get bus back.
Really uncomfortably hot. Went to sleep for an hour (didn’t mean to), then drove up to chemist to get catheters I had ordered on prescription – except they didn’t have them. Checked in surgery, who were nice but not all that helpful: gave me the number of the place that supplied them. Back home I gave them a call (after Dot had arrived home with a present for Roger) and had a difficult time explaining exactly what had happened. Eventually I got someone who made sense, and it seems that the prescription was for ten, but they only supplied boxes of 60, which would last me for well over a year. So I had to bring the surgery back, and had difficulty explaining to them what the problem was. In the end I think they are now on order, but no-one knows whether they’re being delivered to the chemist or to me. Oh dear. Dot spent a long time the afternoon doing puzzles. Sent the Israel messages. Had pizza for supper and watched some TV, including an old episode of Vera.
Wednesday – Startling reduction in temperature with the bonus of some light rain. Finished reading The Magician’s Nephew in the bath. Drove to church for Bible study with Steven, Debbie and Jude. James 3 and 4 – went quite well. Graham put in appearance in background. Not sure what he was doing. Planters still doing stirling work. After lunch I posted birthday card to Joan and then we bought train tickets for Scarborough next week. Nice man in ticket office: £98 return each with Railcard. Then watched a bit of Wimbledon – win for Cameron Norrie against 12th seed. Cleared up while Dot went to orchestra with Janet and Nova. Checked hymns for Sunday. When Dot got back we watched an old episode of Yes Minister, as true as it always was.
Thursday – Warm and dry. Watched cricket while eating breakfast and got an unexpected phone call from Paul, who invited us round for coffee. We went on the bus, which worked well, and we stayed for quite a while before getting the bus home. Got Holly’s new address from Paul: she is still in Bath but has moved to a bigger house with her boyfriend, Rich. So I was able to re-address her birthday card before posting it at the sorting office later. Cooked a Thai curry (in a box) and while we were eating it watched some Wimbledon (Draper being knocked out by Cilic) and then the cricket – Gill scoring a huge double century for India. After clearing up we watched a new murder mystery series.
Friday – warm and dry. Linda came round and did our hair: she now lives at Guist with her new partner. Had bath and read more of The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe. Everyone should read the Narnia series. After lunch my catheters arrived: I am now OK till the end of next year! We then went to Silver Road to buy some stamps and Morrisons to get some food for Sunday’s barbecue. Adapted my flash fiction Samaire for Bridget’s competition and submitted it. Sorted out my out-of-date catheters etc and bagged them up for disposal. Freed up quite a bit of space. Street meet with Des and Chris, Matt and Angela, Joe and Sam, Mary and Ciara. Felt quite odd and was glad when Angela offered me a seat. Result of haircut? Seems silly, but I often feel odd after having my hair cut.
Des got fish and chips and I managed to eat a fair chunk of it while watching cricket and Wimbledon – Emma Radicanu playing well and just losing to top seed. My cousin Sandra sent me a voicemail message about how she’s getting on in South Africa, which needs a reply.