As a follow-up to my urology visit last week I am now measuring the liquid that goes in and out of my body for a couple of days. This may sound straightforward, but it it isn’t. You may (or may not) know how much liquid is in a mug of tea, but I can’t remember the last time I drank a complete mug of tea. And so on…
Since the urology visit, I have also had an eye test; and an ultrasound scan on my stomach and large bowel. The former was straightforward and showed healthy eyes with only a slight deterioration in reading vision. The latter happened last night, in the middle of a wood on the outskirts of Norwich, as it was getting dark and threatening rain. Ominous but, in the end, straightforward and on time. No news, of course, until I visit the doctor next week, but apparently I have a small gall bladder. Fascinating.
In more exciting news, last Thursday we visited Dragon Hall, in company with the Hendersons (planned) and the O’dells (unplanned) to see Macbeth, performed in the round by theatre group Crude Apache. I have to say it was totally brilliant, with an excellent Macbeth and lady, and undoubtedly the most impressive witches I have ever seen. Fortunately we got through without anyone in the front row being injured by flying swords, but it was a close thing.
On Friday Joe Logan paid his six-monthly visit to tune our piano, this time at a more civilised hour (11.30am). Later in the day, more excitement as we journeyed to Lucy’s 60th birthday celebration, picking up Penny on the way. Part One was in the Corner Cafe in Mundesley, featuring tea, scones and cake; Part Two was at her house and included strange cocktails in teapots, which may have had something to do with the Prohibition theme. Don’t ask me why. It was all laid on by Simeon and Naomi and went with a bang, which would have been the fireworks.
There has been a lot of rain again, and there was plenty of it on Saturday, when we did little but dash to the supermarket. Sunday looked drier, but it was an illusion. After church (at which I preached on the wrath of God, but not in the way you might be thinking) the rain set in in earnest. We battled through it to Heydon, in the wilds of Norfolk, where Chronicle were putting on a private performance for James and Sue Knox Whittet and a couple of their friends.
Didn’t know what to expect, but it went really well. Islay Cottage was just right, and everything flowed nicely. Afterwards tea, sandwiches, cake and eventually a bit of singing, featuring friend Colin on concertina, some guitar from Caroline and myself and some violin from Dot. Dot and I did Farewell to Philomena, and James and I agreed that Runrig were a top band.