Euro-cheque epic continues. Secretary at St Augustine’s Primary School rang to ask if I was Vicky Myers (no) and to say that they had been mysteriously sent a letter from Lloyds Bank concerning said cheque. The letter should have gone to Vicky, who is still nominally church treasurer and who admittedly does live in Costessey. Still… Whoever is organising the cashing of euro cheques should clearly get a big fat bonus. As for us, we have a new kettle. I was pleased to find how little it cost, but I suppose there’s not much to kettles really. This one is really basic, but it works.
I have at last written a poem, having been “dry” all through January. I think it’s quite good, but it required a lot of editing. I shall probably enter it for the Norwich Writers’ Circle competition, which I won last year. I know what they say about lightning, but it’s worth a shot.
Have been doing a lot of walking this week and have been lucky with the weather. Mileage has been roughly 2, 4, 4, 4, 2, but I’m not sure about today’s. I suspect the GPS malfunctioned for some reason: it suggested 3.5 miles, which can’t be right. Perhaps the fault occurred because I had Communion with Phyllis Todd (aged 100) at Doughty’s Hospital in the middle of it and forgot to turn it off. Nicholas was there (you can’t have Communion without a vicar, for some reason). Phyllis did not seem at all well, though apparently she was better than yesterday. Weather not so good today: light rain. But on Tuesday Dot and I walked a couple of miles in bright sunshine near Whitlingham Broad (after I’d walked a couple of miles to get there, having been dropped on the Lowestoft road while Dot made an abortive visit to Thurton School).
Last night we took Phil and Joy to a healing meeting led by Roy Todd at Open on Bank Plain and at the last moment decided to stay on instead of dropping them off. In fact, I brought the car home and walked back. Very loud and enthusiastic meeting, reflecting the sort of thing we used to go to back in the 1980s. Unless everyone was lying, which they weren’t, quite a large number of people were healed, including Joy, who lost the severe pain in her legs. I never feel at ease in this kind of meeting, but I don’t doubt its authenticity.
Went to the dentist yesterday and discovered I needed some filling repairs, which will cost a bit. Still, there is definitely something wrong, and it would be nice if there weren’t. Meanwhile my cousin’s son Bruce is becoming active on the Internet. I see he has become friends with Vicki Ellis, which is a pretty remote connection (father’s cousin’s wife’s cousin’s daughter). Where will it all lead?
