Still keeping busy in mildish, dryish weather, but there is an autumnal feel to the air. Spent Friday and Saturday assisting Dot with organising the James Finley speaker’s event at St Luke’s – ie keeping 150 people happy and comfortable, with hot drinks and biscuits available, plus rearranging furniture, buying many litres of milk and pounds of biscuits and trying to work out what’s going on. It all went well: JF peaked in the first session, which was a brilliantly poetic, broad-brush look at mysticism. But his subsequent stuff was also good, and there was a very nice feel to it all. The volunteers got on well as usual.

In contrast, there were very few people at Communion yesterday, and I also found myself doing a solo on guitar when Dot was grabbed to deliver (that can’t be the right word) the Cup.  Oh, I think it’s administer. I could go back and change it, but I’m on a roll. In the afternoon we went to the cemetery at North Walsham, timing our arrival precisely to coincide with the only shower of the day, which stopped as we drove off. Had a cup of tea with Jessie, who looked well. In the evening we picked up JF (remember him?) from St Julian’s and took him to Nicholas’s, where we all had dinner: lamb foll0wed by blackberry and apple pie, all expertly cooked by NV. Is there no end to his talents? JF is a pleasant and gentle grandfather who lives in Santa Monica, but still thinks a shirt and trousers (sorry, pants) is the right choice for a Norfolk September evening. Worth thinking about.

My Twitter account got hacked last night, so I have been fielding emails and tweets from people telling me so: this will no doubt continue, although I changed the password first thing this morning and switched it on Facebook too, just in case. David helped with putting all my photos in Dropbox, a process which I have been informed by Dropbox will take 23 days. I feel they may be exaggerating. I hope they are.