
Flashback to Brancaster Beach, with a Dot on it, at the end of last month. This week has been fairly quiet, and I’ve spent most of it at home. However, we have been without our main car, which has been in for repair, and have a courtesy car – a Kia – instead. It has mostly been standing out in the road, but we have been short distances in it – for instance we loaded it up with musical instruments and the odd amplifier on Wednesday to visit Phil Kerrison and have a rehearsal (later discovered his daughter Emily got 10 GCSEs this week – 5As and 5Bs – which strikes me as a bit excessive). Very enjoyable afternoon – we finished off doing Irish jigs, with Dot on electric violin.
Until Tuesday evening I had been feeling rather down about my condition, but after some prayers that evening with our Tuesday Group I unaccountably (!) felt much brighter on Wednesday, and this has persisted. I was supposed to have a phone conversation with the consultant on Friday, but that didn’t happen. Instead I’m seeing him next Thursday. Self-catheterisation is going OK, but my abdomen still feels decidedly odd. Probably nothing to worry about, though. I’ve decided to be very positive!
On Thursday Dot went to Park Farm and met Anne there for lunch; meanwhile I had a lunchtime visit from Sue Moore, who brought photographs of her cuddling a koala. I’m not sure about that sort of thing. She and Richard have just been to Australia (amazingly), and seemed to have an extremely cuddly time.
Today Denise and Peter called in unexpectedly with a ruby present of two rather nice looking bottles of wine, and showed us pictures of Clive’s wedding. Peter seems to be suffering quite a bit with his leg (and foot), but it was nice talking to them.
Dot went to a YFC barbecue last night, and I thought I was going to do quite a bit of work, but I didn’t. However some time during the week I did manage to put together three CDs of music – 54 songs in all – for the party. We’re planning a music quiz – fit the singer to the song! We’re now preparing to go and have a meal with June Wallace, who rang up out of the blue this morning and invited us. She lives at Beccles, so I may have to put some more petrol in the courtesy car! And I really must get down to writing my speech…
