Anniversary dinner

Today is the anniversary of our wedding. Twenty six days since the day snow covered the car to give us a white wedding. We tied ribbons to the car, to give some semblance of a traditional event, but Peter, my brother who was driving us, started the windscreen wipers to clear the snow. They caught the ribbons and blew them off so they fluttered like pennants.

Today is still and warm as an early day in summer. The carpets of snow drops are the finest for years, and still all out, with wild daffodils blooming among the briers, and by the riverbank a solitary flawless crocus was catching the sun.

Wild winter crocus in Clare Wood

We had thought of a celebratory meal out tonight, but decided instead to have romantic fish and chips, and chip butties for Ann with mushy peas. For entertainment, we watched a new video, First Man. Though a bit short on technical detail, it gave good emphasis to Armstrong's character though it did somewhat neglect all the other characters, but I suppose that was only fair in view of its title.

Various visits

Ann at Wicken Fen

Wanting to visit Matthew and Rosie on Sunday, we decided to have an impromptu Saturday night away. Ann found a vacancy in The Lazy Otter at Stretham on the fens and, being members of the National Trust, we used our cards for the first time with a visit to Wicken Fen, an ancient stretch of marshland abounding in drainage ditches and reeds. The cafe was too busy to queue for, being an outstandingly warm February with the schools still off, so we went on to the pub at Wicken which was much quieter, and served a delightful meal.

Only a couple of years ago, Edwin and I walked to The Lazy Otter from Stretham Mill where we'd moored the boat, but now I was tired after a few hundred yards and was glad to turn back for a rest on our bed before dinner.

Rosie and Matts enjoy the sun in King's Lynn

Next day, on to Matts and Rosie in King's Lynn, and a visit to admire their new allotment. More accurately, we could only admire the work they intend to do on an empty plot. It looks big to me, but their enthusiasm for the work ahead is inspiring. Rosie has drawn up a sketch map of where she intends to plant everything, with a wide variety of veg of all kinds, so we look forward to sampling them before the end of summer!

Dumbed down news and spooky Siri

Every day, the BBC News seems dumber than the day before; it seems to be becoming a programme of social awareness, rather than of news. It used to be news from their own correspondents from around the world; now it is the voice of vox pop opinion, and tearful reports of injustice, interlaced with snippets about the lifes of unknown "celebrities" or minor royals.

One reads of continuing harassment and sexual exploitation in the workplace, but in 20 years of working in a huge variety of offices of pharmaceutical companies, I have never seen anything less than respect between my fellow workers, be they people of colour, or with disabilities, or in sexual orientation. Edwin is only 25, yet already he is seeing the next generation coming along, 18-19 year olds are what we might call the "#MeToo" generation; they are more reserved and prudish than the generation of 23-25 year olds, as though the shock waves from the many recent revelations of inappropriate behaviour have served to dampen entheusiasm for innuendo or flirting.

Edwin in the kitchen, talking of some book he'd been asked to cover, said "I don't have the knowledge to talk about that." Siri suddenly turned on and answered him, "No, you don't have the knowledge!" Spooky! His friend in Cambridge has been asked to run Cambridge gay pride this year. It is a big responsibility, but he will manage to act as Edwin's campaign manager. The posters are done now, and very fine too, with a casual b/w picture of Edwin relaxing on campus and extolling his many virtues as a student rep.

I made another silly boobie this afternoon. I thought I had an follow-up appointment with the GU surgeon for the bladder cancer, but when I got there it was the dermatology clinic follow-up for my melanoma! Happily that is OK at the moment with no sign of recurrence.

Jenny Wren's

Another spring-like day, and went to Rodbridge common in Long Melford. They have a tea room there in a converted container called Jenny Wren's Tea Shack, where Ann went while I took the dogs. Unfortunately it had closed at 3pm, but Ann got taking to the owner who agreed to make two late teas in paper cups. As I walked back, I saw a family with two children go up for drinks, but were refused. "Huh!" the man muttered, "It's who you know." They do a wide menu, and we promised to go back to sample it when it's open officially.

Despite the restful day, I still get very tired by nightfall, and am glad to lie in my extendable chair with a warm blanket. Tomorrow I go back to the surgeon for my first official check up, so I await has verdict with some concern, though there is still no blood in the urine.

Dreams and scams

Bronte and Byron in Clare castle park

My health is gradually improving, like the weather. Clare castle park was lovely today, and enjoyed by many families with the children off school. The dogs too are always happy there to run loose and wild in the woods.

We had someone knock casually on the door last week, offering to clean the gutters, which I agreed to. When he'd done, he said the roof needed repairs, with loose cement and tile, and he could do the job for £1400. When I disagreed, he said he could "do it today" for £1000. I asked for his card and a written quote, but neither came. Yesterday a builder friend of Sam's came round to look at the roof. He said the cracks were minor, and there need be no rush to make them good. He also noted all the loose cement the other guys had thrown on the lawn. He would come when he could, and would do it all for £200.

Last night, I dreamt of two old friends, Colin and Ann. With uncanny synchronicity, Colin's sister phoned today, to say she'd just spoken with Ann, and Colin would love to see me. He has bad Alzheimer's, but Ann is sure he will remember me. I explained I had been too unwell to go recently, but now I'm growing stronger, I hope to make the journey soon.

Strange that in the news, three Tories have joined the 8 labour rebels. They seem to be united by a single issue: they are all ardent Brexit remainers. I can't imagine what purpose they will find to unite them once Brexit has happened; they will probably sink like all such single-issue parties.

Political diversions

Left alone for a quiet day - Ann has gone to London shopping with MA and the two girls; Edwin was at Uni all day, so I am left to work alone - at least that has picked up a little, but otherwise not much happening here.

News-wise, seven MPs have deserted Labour to set up their own party. Minor parties in the UK have a poor history of success, so predictions are that they will collapse within one or two terms of parliament as voters desert them. But all new parties, like ideas, must struggle against the odds or there would be nothing new. It will be interesting to see if any more MPs join them, or if they remain a brief flash in the pan of Westminster.

Closer to home, Edwin is standing as Union rep at his Uni, and had an instructional talk today about how to win elections. He has now appointed an official campaign manager, tasked with handing out leaflets and drumming up publicity. I had no idea these things were taken so seriously - but I guess I've never been a political activist. When I was in junior school, I was asked to stand for an election for class monitor. Naively, I told the other candidate I would vote for him if he voted for me. I lost. The most I've done since was a protest march against the invasion of Iraq, and being accidentally caught up in the protest against climate change (see Brussels). But Edwin enjoys political thrust, and unlike me is good with people, so I wish him – and may he do – well.

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Rabbits, candles and leaks

Lighting candles at Walsingham

An unexpected sudden break for one night to Walsingham, when Ann phoned to find a vacancy at short notice. We are staying at The Control Tower, a converted 2nd WW airfield tower converted to B&B rooms. Ann only phoned yesterday so we got the last room - it’s very cosy (small) and cold but a friendly reception with coffee and biscuits. The host reminded me so strongly of the villain from "The Curse of the Were-Rabbit", that I wondered if Nick Park had stayed here while he was working on the film. His name was Nigel, and when he told us he was plagued by rabbits eating all their vegetables, and he was working on ways to trap them and take them to other areas, I could hardly stop laughing.

We visited Walsingham shrine to light candles for those who might need them. We lit a lot of candles; but the church and slipper chapel were deserted so they shone to God alone. Next day we went on to Wells-Next-The-Sea. From the town, we drove one and a half miles out along the breakwater road to reach the sand, but it was low water and the sea of the Wash was another two miles away in the far distance. A lot of families were parking there and walking over the breakwater, the children carrying their buckets and spades for the day was so mild. even in February. One child, looking at the distant sea line, said, "That's funny - the sea's gone dry!" The place should more accurately be called "Wells-Far-From-The-Sea".

Looking for the sea at Wells-Next-The-Sea

On the way home, our peace was broken by Edwin phoning to say the new taps in the downstairs toilet were leaking, and he was having to keep moping it up. We rushed home and carried on moping while Ann phoned the plumber. He had only fitted the new taps a couple of days ago, but he came straight out and fixed it, though inevitably adding, "I don't know why it started to leak like that - it was fine when I left it," as though it was our fault.