This is the wedding of my uncle Reg and aunt Dorothy (no, not that one) in 1932. My uncle Paul, now in his 80s, is not the baby being held far right, as I was originally told, because he would have been nine at the time. Possibly it’s Howard, Leonard’s eldest. Dorothy (yes, that one) and Kathleen are bridesmaids.

The last three days have been very strange because Dot has not been well: she has a problem with her balance, making her feel dizzy. The doctor says it’s probably a virus. Also headaches and tiredness. Her lack of vitality has communicated itself to me, and apart from church on Sunday and taking her to the doctor’s yesterday, I have barely left the house. I haven’t been feeling 100% either – possibly the same virus – but then my normal level of vitality is such that this is not nearly so noticeable.

Weather has been quite reasonable and springlike, though it was extremely windy yesterday. David and his family are on holiday on the Isle of Wight, and attempts to contact him have failed so far. Vicky’s birthday is tomorrow.