The day is almost upon us. Dot has disappeared into the city for what I thought was a short visit. Apparently not. It’s quite warm today, and after a lot more rain yesterday, it’s been dry so far. I have just finished my packing, though I expect much of it will be repacked or rearranged by Dot. My packing standards are not very high. Ed came round earlier to transfer some wedding photos on to an external hard drive, which seemed to work, though there was a bit of a problem with opening some files.
Dot is back now after purchasing a new handbag (very nice) and some make-up. Yesterday I went to Sutton School to retrieve a bag she’d left there. Pleasant enough drive until I got back to Norwich, when it started raining very hard. Hard to avoid heavy drops when I picked up my jacket from the cleaners. In the evening Dot stayed at home to entertain Anne, and I took two very heavy people to a Tuesday Group meeting at the Archers’. Lovely meal by Bridget.
After dropping my passengers off on the way home I had what must be considered a fortunate escape on the Anglia Square flyover. I was held up by another car and as we came over the top I saw police ahead, one of whom had a radar gun. While relieved, I find the whole situation really annoying. This was a dual carriageway flyover, not accessible to pedestrians, late evening, no-one around, and a limit of 30mph. So no safety element: just money-making – assuming they were fining people. If not, or even if they were, they should be doing themselves for wasting police time.
Had fish and chips for lunch. While I was waiting for the plaice to be cooked, a guy who was delivering to the shop asked me if I was still playing chess. Apparently he had been a member of the Sprowston High team under the tutorship of Graham Wright some 30 years ago. And he remembered my name! I must not be ageing too badly.
Checked in for our flight early this morning. It only remains now to book the taxi and get to the airport on time tomorrow morning. What can possibly go wrong? Don’t know, but somehow I always think something will. Flying in the face of reason, I think they call it.