The Coomes arrived a little late on Saturday, which unexpectedly put us on a tight schedule for the rest of the day. After a light lunch we caught a bus to the UEA. This took longer than usual because it was late, and therefore there was a queue at every bus stop. Nevertheless we did make it to the Sainsbury Centre, which was surprisingly open. We viewed most of the Masterpieces exhibition, which turned out to be very good, including a Turner, a couple of Colin Selfs and other good things. Consulting the programme afterwards, however, I discovered we had missed three Rennie Mackintoshes. We shall have to go back.
Happily on leaving we caught the bus back just right and did the journey in about half the time of the outward leg. This was just as well, as we had only a quarter of an hour to change for the evening meal at St Benedict’s Restaurant. We went by taxi, which unhelpfully arrived early. The meal, however, was excellent, as was the service.
As usual when I have an excellent meal, i had a bad night afterwards, but with the help of a few pills I was OK by the time we left for church, where Liz joined us in the music group and Howard was preaching (not at the same time). I managed to have quite a long chat with Anna about the UEA fiasco, and it seems to be sorting itself out. I keep getting e-mails from the UEA advertising their internship service, and I have so far restrained myself from replying with the immortal phrase, You Must Be Joking.
In true afternoon we went for a short walk, but it started raining: the kind of light, insistent, drizzly rain that soaks into you and has no compensating element to it. So we returned home, and Kristine tried to teach Dot how to make use of Linked In for her business. However, for some reason Linked In shut Dot out of her account, and while trying to help I mistakenly sent invitations to most of my address book. Most of them appear to have ignored it, happily.
The Coomes left at around 5pm, and we watched TV till Dot’s cousin Roger arrived around 8pm with her present from Jessie. He revealed that Ray, who has been on the brink of death for a long time, had finally succumbed. And so time marches on.
Today is not much more inspiring than yesterday, though I worked in a short walk while posting Bridget’s birthday card. We had met her (and her mum) in Pottergate while walking home from St Benedict’s Restaurant on Saturday. Small town. Earlier today Barbara and mutt came round to meet the accountant. This was followed by a FaceTime session with a representative of Sapere, who want them to do some Philosophy training work, though without paying all that much.
Meanwhile the new neighbour has moved in, replacing Anton and Ailsa. He has been very quiet so far. Which is good, obviously.
