Yes, as I said, more to be done. Unfortunately I’ve been ill again and am taking ages to recover. This time it’s a urine infection “and possibly something else”, to quote the very charming doctor I saw on Wednesday morning. I am on antibiotics, which have done enough to allow me to tick over but certainly haven’t got rid of it. Still, another two days of them to go. Saw David last weekend (Mothering Sunday), and we had steak and chips at home before visiting the Rosary and the cemetery at North Walsham. Happily I was still well then.

Spent most of Monday and Tuesday in bed, having cancelled chess and the Tuesday Group, but managed to stay up after seeing the doctor and have been wandering vaguely around ever since. Managed to get a bit of an appetite back: at one point my weight was down to what it was when I came out of hospital. Managed to get up to Cow Hill to record my four poems for the Twenty Group exhibition: went well. Am now about to leave for the launch of the Paston Exhibition. More on that story later, as Kirsty Wark would say.