All right, Jenson, all is forgiven. Amazing drive, and a deserved world championship. Not only that, I unexpectedly wrote a poem last night that I was quite pleased with. It was based on our visit to Bacton Church, and the statue in the picture featured in it. Neveretheless, slept badly for some reason and only managed to get to sleep just in time to be woken up by the alarm, two or three times. Dreamed of being on a mountain road with lots of other tourists, and losing Dot. Inadvertently got on a cable car, and my mobile phone was broken. What are the odds against that happening?

Mark T spoke at church this morning about Jesus being outrageous and not at all what you might expect. Fortunately. Afterwards went to Waitrose to stock up on food for visit of grandchildren, then on to A Ethel for lunch (bought at Waitrose). Grandchildren arrived just after 7.30, with father, direct from Philip and Jane’s at Bishop’s Stortford, and immediately started dancing. Very lively, considering journey.