The start of another week, and I’ve actually been doing some real work: editing a few articles for Howard, and improving some of my journalism training articles for use with church magazine editors – a project that may or may not happen, but Anne C is arriving this week to talk about it. The weather has been pretty miserable, although I was reminded by someone this week that it is people who are miserable and not the weather. All I can say is that the weather doesn’t look very happy.

This weekend was the Norfolk Chess Championship, which I refrained from entering because I didn’t think I had the stamina. Popped over to Horstead to see the last round and was delighted to find that my friend Chris Tuffin had won the Challengers. The championship itself was headed by two Norfolk and Norwich Club stalwarts, Mike Gough and Stephen Orton. Mike took it on tie-break. It was raining then, and has been raining quite a lot, though I have been out walking in between showers. Not today, though.

Had the Robinsons and Kibbles round for a meal on Friday night, and yesterday drove out to North Walsham on the spur of the moment to visit the cemetery and Jessie, who we found working in the garden, planting bulbs. Afterwards we drove home by a circuitous route that included Trunch, where Dot had seen a house she fancied. We tracked it down very close to where the Cares used to live. The huge garden of their house has been sold for housing. Looks quite attractive, but you can’t play football on it.

Church lunch yesterday, followed by watching the Ryder Cup, which was swamped with rain and is being finished off today. Am tryiing not to find out the score until I see the highlights, but I can see that going badly wrong, as I can’t see the highlights till I’ve played chess tonight against King’s Lynn. Cup match, at home, fortunately. Don’t feel much like driving to West Norfolk. Still feeling considerably less than 100 per cent but am trying to ignore it.