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Painful shoulder, painful tickets

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Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil: Janet, Dot and Sue
Hear no evil, speak no evil, see no evil: Janet, Dot and Sue at Mons

Pleasant weather has arrived, but with it my shoulder has become extremely painful for no apparent reason. This followed an x-ray by my dentist, but I can’t see how there can be a connection. More likely it’s a delayed effect of levering myself out of the swimming pool and twisting because my right arm was painful from a previous fall, but that was over a week ago.

Yesterday morning it got so bad that I went to A & E. This proved to be a mistake: I should have gone to my GP. Ah, well, lots of wasted time, but I got an x-ray. Needless to say, it was clear. Dot came up to fetch me because she didn’t know why I was there (my texts were getting blocked). Result:  it continues to hurt a lot, and I still don’t know what’s wrong. I went to see James at Heydon this morning to discuss with him and Rob what our plans were for the next Chronicle project: I managed to drive all right, but I would be lying if I said it was pain-free.

The second most painful thing this week was getting tickets to the Wembley play-off final. After much discussion Dot decided she did want to go, so she ended up queuing with Naomi on Wednesday evening while I went to a very good Science and Faith lecture by Prof David Wilkinson at the Cathedral, encountering Margaret Comerford, who may be moving south (she has a partner in London).

The queuing was successful; so now we are in possession of five tickets, and Jonathan is driving us – not sure exactly where. I believe someone has booked a Nepali meal beforehand. Goodness knows why. Organisation has never been so chaotic.

David’s 43rd birthday on Monday; so we spoke to him on FaceTime after returning home from a DCC meeting which was very enjoyable (a) because it was at Howard’s, with wine and nibbles (b) new members Eleanor and Judy were present and (c) well, it just was. As much a social encounter as a meeting, which has to be good. Howard has a gift for that.

Earlier in the day I had met Mary (from our congregation) in a cafe on Surrey Street. She is trying to engage people she meets in conversation about Christianity and wanted me to help; but the guy in question didn’t turn up, and so I had a pleasant conversation with Mary instead, giving her advice on her to write a letter to the Editor of the EDP. She came round later in the week, and I edited her letter on the spot.

Tuesday saw a meeting of the PHS Trustees at Mundesley. The drive out was very slow, as was the meeting. In the evening Dot and I went to the Hendersons for a light meal and some conversation or, in Maryta’s case, a debate. No change there. Paul is becoming DSSO in the style of Dot, which is nice.

On Wednesday Martin Smith came round with a load of cheques, cash and invoices relating to the Speaker Programme and the Enneagram. Today I have successfully dealt with them, paying in the cheques at the bank and buying a loaf and some broccoli on the way back. Dot has been out all day but should be home soon, just in time to queue up again to collect the actual tickets, and not the ticket that entitles you to collect the actual tickets, which she queued up for before. Jonathan has been on the phone, asking me about tube stations. Is it worth it?

Witches to remember

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Tim, Rob and Dot pre-performance at Heydon.
Tim, Rob and Dot pre-performance at Heydon.

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.