The idyllic weather didn’t last. Today has seen a return to the dank and dismal, and we have not emerged from the house – though we did have our haircut this morning. On the plus side, Norwich won 3-1 away at Stockport, and Jenson Button is on what I believe is known as P5 for the final F1 grand prix tomorrow at the new £26 billion Abu Dhabi track. Good job the rest of the world is well fed and healthy, or that might have seemed a waste of money.

Yesterday the latest incarnation of the Paston exhibition opened at the tiny Griffon Gallery in North Walsham, and Dot and I made the journey. Not many attending, it has to be said, and we returned after about an hour, because I wasn’t feeling great. Not sure what it is: maybe a bit of a urine infection. Carrying on regardless, though pretty tired. Spent some time this evening recording some of my songs on Garage Band, the idea being to burn them on to a CD so that Matt can do something musical with them, like write proper music. Quite fun. Managed to work out how to double-track. Have also written part of the Christmas thing,  in the form of an Under-Milk-Wood-type monologue, which I hope might be read by Ruth, who is Welsh.

Earlier yesterday had a lunch at Park Farm, then went to the tip (romance is not dead). The city was totally clogged up with traffic on the way back: Dot dropped me off in Theatre Street, and by the time she got to Castle Mall, I had delivered a couple of things to Prospect House and she was able to pick me up! Dot made some pumpkin soup, which was delicious, for the evening. She is feeling better after visiting the doctor (mainly for a minor skin complaint).