I believe this is a picture of my wife’s great-great grandfather. Or to put it another way, my grandchildren’s great-great-great-great grandfather. His name is James Myhill, and he was born in 1851, maybe at North Walsham. I have this on the authority of no less a figure than my wife’s aunt Ethel, the only survivor of her generation of the Beales family.

The hot weather continues. Today we had lunch at Park Farm, and yesterday we had our jabs for South Africa – diphtheria, typhoid, polio and tetanus. Don’t feel too bad, considering.

Great news from Wellington Hospital yesterday. G’s bypass operation went very well, and he even got out of bed briefly, which totally amazed me. I spoke to S, who was at the hospital, and she seemed very upbeat. Want to keep ringing to check, but I guess you can overdo that sort of thing, especially when you’re not a relative.

Last night the Tuesday group ate al fresco – chicken and banana korma. Balmy evening – so much so that even I enjoyed being outside.