Saturday, 31 October 2026

I Hate Hallowe'en!

Despite that, we have had three costumes to help with this week. Rosie is wearing her 2023 Worst Witch Cape as part of a Traitors Outfit. Three years on, that costume continues to prove useful! Bob was prevailed upon to make a Traitors Badge, and he produced an excellent laser cut piece, sprayed gold. I found a spare chain for it. It did not get photographed, but it looks just like this one! Clever Bob 

Then I was asked to alter these two. The one on the left is a "Big Mouth Monster" But the problem with these is that the head is so big, it came right down over the owner's face, then the open mouth revealed his chin and neck - but he was totally unable to see anything! The Super Mario dungarees were way too long and baggy to be safely worn whilst in a wheelchair. They were easy to take up.

The BMM took more consideration. I needed to raise the head, so the eyes could see through the mouth without it looking stupid. I think this looks a little daft! I turned the head inside out and made an oval cardboard pattern, the same size as the brown furry hairpiece. Then I made a small cushion, stuffed with wadding and stitched that in place.

I sewed the edges of the lips together to make the mouth opening smaller. Bob suggested a strip of red gauze would obscure the eyes a little.
Here I am, about 6" taller than normal, modelling this bizarre outfit (I did not feel the need to zip up the legs! SuperMario is much less scary

If this hairy green creature arrived on my doorstep on a gloomy autumnal evening, I think I'd probably slam the door in its face, with neither trick nor treat! 

Who thought this was a good idea? 


Friday, 30 October 2026

Friday Family Funday

Poor Bob, we are holding a Holiday Club at Church today and for a fortnight he has had to live with crafting stuff all over the house. It is only an afternoon event, not the full week of activities which we used to organise in our other churches before retirement. But it does take a lot of time and preparation. There will be four different craft activities [my responsibility] and media stuff - songs, music, powerpoint [his area of expertise]  Nick, our pastor is doing two magic tricks
Our theme is Jesus- Light of the World. Good to have some light and joy on the day before dark, spooky Halloween arrives. The crafts are Christmas related - my justification for this is that God was planning Christmas from the foundation of the world! [also I happen to have all the resources for these in my stash already] We don't use the "Messy Church" logo - ours is a Family Funday.

I am always mindful that children frequently leave things behind in the rush to go home. In Kirby, they all had folders for sheets and 'flat' crafts, and a labelled carrier bag - on the last day, everything was distributed and taken away. This year I appealed in church for old shoeboxes and got lots - thanks friends! I spent Wednesday evening covering them with gold foil. Each child will have a shiny box to carry away their creations. The gold foil is from a huge roll [it is 5 foot long, and quite heavy] which my dear friend Dave Ford gave me nearly twenty years ago. Bob is afraid it will last forever even though I keep using it for projects. 

I will tell you how it went next week..

Thursday, 29 October 2026

With The Girls At Blickling

 

Well done National Trust for so many autumnal activities at Blickling Hall this week.
The girls loved all the fabrics, Jess explained to the guide about the Uzbek dress her Daddy brought back for her from his work trip. Rosie enjoyed designing a kimono. Shaun the Sheep is there advertising an event starting in November. 
The Global Textiles Exhibition started three months ago - I was pleased to see how it has developed with extra stuff [eg a local secondary school made some collaborative kimonos using separate fabric squares stitched and dyed by pupils] 

The hot chocolate was very welcome after a cold walk following The Crone Trail. I wasn't so sure about that, a bit too spooky for Jess [and me] - we weren't told it was really for age 7+. We skipped the really weird bits - but did dance round the tree singing "Mulberry Bush" and we answered the question "Who might have gone through the ancient doorway 50 or 100 years ago". Jess thought of a sad person who had lost a friend. Rosie decided on a barefooted stable boy who was too poor to buy shoes - I imagined a girl in a miniskirt and heels, who'd just got her degree and was skipping happily along [as I myself was doing 50 years ago...]

Bizarre conversation with another visitor, who asked me if I thought it was worth buying the Norfolk Museums Season Ticket. "Oh yes," I said, "You only have to go to the castle or Gressenhall a couple of times to get your money's worth" and she asked me if I knew anything about Gressenhall. Funny you should say that....

Wednesday, 28 October 2026

Once Again, I am Unwittingly Fashionable

Back in September, as I packed for Cyprus, I discovered my wardrobe already reflected the very trendy Coastal Grandmother look. I was happy in my lightweight white and blue tops, cool linen trousers, white plimsolls and brown leather sandals, and my favourite sunhat.
But as they say on Game of Thrones [not that I have ever watched it] Winter is Coming! so time to swap over between my summer and winter wardrobes.

On Monday, I took Ro and Jess to Blickling Hall, it was a drizzly, windy day. I wore my dungarees [bought with a gift token in FatFace Sale, about 10 years ago] and my LLBean lumberjack shirt [Camden Market, 2nd hand, £5] This outfit is warm and comfortable. [My hair is growing really long now, you can see the ponytail in the mirror] 
I dress for comfort these days.  But then I read in the Guardian yesterday that I am incredibly on trend. "Everyone is dressing like Barbara in the Good Life" - this style is called allotmentcore.

Would you believe it? The article goes on to mention clogs, gilets, woven baskets and the Norfolk based Carrier Company. CC sells Norfolk 'slops' - fisherman's smock for £90 - I got my for £4 in a CS nine years ago

“I’d describe it as Little House on the Prairie meets Felicity Kendal in The Good Life, meets Bill and Ben,” says Mal James, professor of fashion design at the University of Edinburgh. But he is sceptical about whether the allotmentcore look has life beyond social media. “I haven’t seen anyone actually garden in it, that’s for sure”  Well, Mr James, you should have been in Swanton Morley last Saturday morning! I was out there weeding.

I could have given Felicity K a run for her money! Who am I kidding - I am more in the Bill and Ben league when it comes to stylishness!

Speaking of stylishness, That Beard is growing thick and fast. Bob is looking less like his much-missed brother Frank, and more like Bradley Whitford in The Diplomat....
Bob has very kindly managed to save the Gressenhall Museum radio clip to an audio file. [CLICK HERE] I hope this means friends across the Pond can hear it after all. 

Oh and I must say a huge thank you to Liz, who gave me a pair of IsoBaa slipper socks for my birthday, They are so thick and warm, and so brilliant to wear around the house. The grippy soles prevent slipping, and they keep my feet and ankles toasty warm. I keep my gardening clogs just inside the back door - I can slip the clogs on over my socks if I need to pop out to fetch the washing or deliver tea to Bradley Bob in the workshop

Tuesday, 27 October 2026

Diamond's Are... A Girl's Useful Craft

 I just realised I have not posted any pictures of my Thrive Conference the other weekend. It was really good, and I appreciated the time with old friends, the opportunity to rest, the encouraging study sessions led by Sara and Sam Hargreaves [see here] I had been asked by the Steering Group to run a couple of craft workshops on the Saturday afternoon. I decided to do a simple sewing activity - making diamond decorations. 
This would be something which people might enjoy creating - and also a useful standby if they got landed with the job of producing the tree for a Tree Festival which might happen in their area.
I first made these down in Dorset eleven years ago and at the time, posted a tutorial here on the blog. It proved a worthwhile project back then, and so many people got involved. We inserted embroidered panels in each piece, bearing one of the names of Jesus [Light of the World, Lamb of God etc]

Here are some of the photos of people the other week with the diamonds they made. I provided beads for extra embellishment, and suggested for a 'one off' they might put a family names or similar on the back.


We had a lovely time, people worked so hard. Hannah was really chuffed- she had never really sewn anything before so was very proud of her piece.
So easy, and they look so good when completed, with or without an insert!
Perhaps I should make up some kits for my online shop

Monday, 26 October 2026

Famous For Five Minutes

I have posted often about the Gressenhall Farm and Workhouse, a few miles up the road. It is owned by Norfolk Museums service. Built in 1777, next year is the 250th Anniversary. 

In 1946, 80 years ago, what had been the Workhouse was turned into an Old People's Care Home, called Beech House [for the large tree at the front of the premises] It remained a home until 1975. when it was closed, and became part of the museum service.

Rachel Kidd, curator of the Museum now, felt that those 30 years were not properly marked in the Museum, so decided that next year there should be an acknowledgement of the Beech House years. 

An appeal went out this summer for anyone who had a memory of Beech House. I replied - saying that as a child/teenager I had gone with my Dad, to visit church members who were resident there. 

We would talk with them, and say a prayer before we left. Sometimes young people from our church went and sang hymns [and carols at Christmas]  Rachel was really interested, and so in August I went to be interviewed about this, and Gabby Meadows recorded our conversation. I was the first recording she'd made. I gave my permission for the recording to be used as and when needed. G thought there would probably be an audio section as part of the displays.
Then on Saturday morning, I was reading the BBC news website, and in the Norfolk section there was an article. It mentioned me, and the fact that I'd said residents were unhappy being sent to live in "The Workhouse". They were the generation who were told "Be a good child or you will end up in there" - and they lived through 2 world wars, and now were sent here in their old age. It was hard to convince them that this was not a punishment!
I'm on the BBC News Website!! I shouted to Bob
Then yesterday at Church, Barbara said she had heard me speaking on the Radio. BBC Radio Norfolk had interviewed Rachel, and two clips from recordings had been played. At the end, the two people were named and thanked - and one of them was Angela Almond!! Barbara said she remembered me mentioning the interview back in the summer.  I have tried to find it, unsuccessfully on BBC sounds. 
I will wait to see if anybody else messages me about it. 

Slightly frustrating to be on the radio, and not get the chance to hear it!!
Update, Barbara has just sent the link Here  1hour17 minutes into the show

Sunday, 25 October 2026

You Are Not That Mistake

On Wednesday morning, I read a story on the BBC News webpage which I found very moving. As I drove across to my dental appointment [it takes 45 minutes or more] I realised the guy from the article was the guest on BBC4's "Life Changing" programme.
Twenty years ago he was a top civil servant, who accidentally left some highly classified documents [about terrorist activity] on the train. He realised almost immediately what he had done- but the train had left the station and continued on its way.
Very quickly, somebody found the papers and handed them in to Frank Gardiner, BBC Security Correspondent. But Richard was guilty of gross negligence and more besides. 
He was convinced he had ruined his life- and that of his family. The press were camping outside his house, it was top story on the news that week...He began to fall apart - and felt the world 'might be better if I wasn't in it' 
His loving wife Maddie, and two daughters stood by him from Day 1, his boss and previous boss were really supportive, and in the programme Richard pays tribute to them. He was given a fine, and demoted. He left the Civil Service, and went to work on admin for the London Olympics, and then the Samaritans. 

Now he runs a company NewDay and is a lifecoach for people whose work is really stressful, and struggle with mental health issues. He uses his own experience to help others pull through their tough times. Here are his tips for people under stress who make a genuine mistake, and need help to recover

Get your thoughts out of your head. In a dark place, your mind jumps from "I made a terrible mistake" to "I am a worthless person" at the speed of thought. Writing it down or talking to someone slows things down to give you a chance to notice the illogical leaps.

Continue activities you enjoy. When you feel unworthy, you stop doing the things that lift you up. Work out what they are - the gym, a book, a long walk - and make them non-negotiable fixtures in your routine.

Remember your worth and your success. I keep an evidence board by my desk with notes of things I have achieved and kind things people have said. It's a tangible reminder that I am not that mistake, I am so much more.

Find your critical friend. You need someone who is your cheerleader but will also call you out when you let good habits slip. Anyone who is truly on your side.

Work out what you can fix, and what you can't. If you've caused harm, take responsibility: apologise and put things right where you can. But don't assume responsibility for things that were never yours to carry.

Don't confuse your worst moment with the whole story of your life. You are not that mistake. You are still the person who existed before it, and there can still be a person after it whom you haven't met.

The radio programme was quite emotional in places - but really positive and helpful. Thank you Richard, for sharing your story - many people will be helped by your words, I'm sure. This chimes with my word for 2026 -
  Restoration - Richard's experience shows that it is possible

 

Saturday, 24 October 2026

An Extra Hour In Bed...

The end of British Summer Time, back to Greenwich Mean Time. 
We lived in Orpington, whilst Bob was a student, and less than three miles from our house was Willett's Wood, named for William Willett a local resident. Just after the start of the twentieth century, he was out riding one morning, and noticed how many houses still had closed curtains. 

William advocated moving the clocks forward in the summer "Daylight Saving Time". It was another 10 years before the Germans adopted his idea during WW1. Now most of Europe follows the pattern.

Every year people argue about the wisdom of this action - some say it is helpful, others say it is pointless! Willet's Memorial is a sundial in the wood - set to show  BST "I only tell summer hours" says the inscription.
It takes me a while to adjust each time the clocks go back/forward, less crucial now I am retired. I feel sorry for those are really affected by the change. 
But I am grateful for a warm home, and a comfortable bed. In my youth I'd often stay up late, because I had an extra hour, and did not want to waste it - This year I plan to use that hour for extra sleep!

It takes ages to adjust all the clocks in the house on the Sunday morning! We had a brief power cut a few weeks back, my cooker clock is still wrong!


Friday, 23 October 2026

I Know My PLACE

Do you remember the brilliant sketch from The Frost Report, with John Cleese, Ronnie Barker and Ronnie Corbett

Today, as part of my work with Voluntary Norfolk, I am working as part of a PLACE team. PLACE stands for Patient Led Assessment of the Care Environment

The NHS website says "Good environments matter. Every NHS patient should be cared for with compassion and dignity in a clean, safe environment. Where standards fall short, they should be able to draw it to the attention of managers and hold the service to account. PLACE assessments will provide motivation for improvement by providing a clear message, directly from patients, about how the environment or services might be enhanced."
"The assessments involve local people [known as patient assessors] going into hospitals as part of teams to assess how the environment supports the provision of clinical care, assessing such things as privacy and dignity, food, cleanliness and general building maintenance and, more recently, the extent to which the environment is able to support the care of those with dementia or with a disability…The assessments take place every year, and results are published to help drive improvements in the care environment. [Note that PLACE assessments focus exclusively on the environment in which care is delivered and do not cover clinical care provision]"

A team of us visit a hospital, or part of a hospital, and consider how good the environment is. A few of the team are NHS staff, but some of us are local people [like me] who are deemed to be independent and fair-minded. We ask things like...Is it clean? Are the signs clear? Are meals delivered on time, and presented well? Is the building well maintained? Are the curtains round the bed giving adequate privacy? etc. We do not look at clinical care, or medical treatments. We ask the question 'If I had to stay here as a patient, or come in as a visitor what things would bother me, or make my time here less comfortable? We work within strict guidelines and have to give a careful report on all the issues. We make lots of positive comments - and we are given the same lunch as the patients will eat on the day of our visit. The food has been extremely good on every one of my assessments.
I've been doing this for three years now. I have learned an awful lot - and I am impressed to go back and see how suggestions have been implemented, and improvements made. NHS staff work incredibly hard, often in difficult conditions, old buildings, with tight budgets. But they are cheerful, and helpful. Patients are usually pleased with the care they are receiving
We are not Ofsted, we are not judging the staff. And we do not walk round with clipboards, ticking things off - we observe carefully and compare notes once back in our private room. Sometimes if we make a suggestion, staff say "Yes we would like to improve that too" - and our recommendation can help inform budgetary decisions.
Obviously it is all confidential -  so I cannot tell you where I have been. But it is good to know that there are people regularly monitoring not just the treatments, operations and medicines - but also the state of the bathrooms, the mealtime routines, and the general ambience of the surroundings. If  a patient feels comfortable, and is well fed, is close to a decent loo, and can look outside onto well tended gardens...all these things help with the healing process. I know my PLACE!

Thursday, 22 October 2026

Keep Taking The Tablets!

 What do you think of when you hear the word pillbox?

1 a box for pills, especially a shallow round box
2 a small low concrete emplacement for machine guns and antitank weapons
3 a small round hat without a brim with a flat crown and straight sides

Obviously, 2 and 3 got their names because they resembled the medicine containers. Swanton Morley had three WW2 pillboxes, including a listed "Pickett-Hamilton Fort" . 

Situated on the runway, this is a retractable construction set in a concrete 'sleeve'. When the runway was in use, it was wound down to ground level, then wound up again to be used as a lookout/gun emplacement.
When I was six, I thought Jackie Kennedy was the most glamorous woman in the world, and decided that when I grew up, I would buy myself a pillbox hat and wear it proudly. 65 years later, I have to say I have yet to do this.
We never really had pillboxes at home, when I was growing up. My Mum had an array of brown glass bottles [later plastic] containing all her various tablets. Each one had a mysterious ball of cotton wool in the top. This was to stop the pills being damaged during shipping, and the practice began in the 1900s, but by the end of the 20th century pills were much less fragile. Nowadays all our pills come in blister packs. I wait till we have a bag full and take them to Tony at church, who recycles them for charity. 
But last week I bought myself a real pillbox.  It was £2 on a bric-a-brac stall on the market. It is small and round, 4cm diameter, with a lovely enamelled Rennie Mackintosh design on top, and inside has three sections. It was just the right size to hold three days worth of my meds for the weekend conference. Isn't it sweet? It looked very classy on my bedside cupboard. I wonder if Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis ever had a pillbox like this?
Do you use a pillbox? Or a dosette box with compartments for the seven days of the week? Have you ever had a pillbox hat?




Wednesday, 21 October 2026

Hip Hip Hooray!

...and Happy Birthday Steph, hope you have a wonderful day.  Looking forward to seeing you in 3 weeks time.

Hip Hip Hooray! for me too, celebrating the fact that I am not in need of a hip replacement operation. Peter The Physio says my hip pain is "gluteal tension" [!?] Entirely muscular and can be eased if I do daily exercises.
Prior to my appointment, I had convinced myself I did need one. I was chatting to an older friend at the conference, who assured me such ops were brilliant "I've had three" she said proudly, "and now I can do aquarobics and ride a tricycle". I confess that bothered me - do the prosthetic joints wear out? Or does she have a third hip?

Peter has given me a sheet of exercises to complete each morning. This is proving a challenge! I am doing my best, but I have many questions about this regime.

  1. why does every chart show tall slim young women exercising? never dumpy little grannies
  2. why is the middle exercise on the list the one which involves sitting on a chair? Getting up off the floor is an exercise in itself. I have moved the chair one to the end of the sequence
  3. why does it keep remind you to breathe normally? I'm lying their panting, and groaning, and puffing away like a woman in labour!
  4. how am I supposed to measure the 15-30 seconds duration of each activity when I am lying on my back staring at the bedroom ceiling? 
I finally cracked the breathing and timing issues, when I realised yesterday that my daughter is 42 today [apologies that birthday card has yet to arrive] If I sing "Happy Birthday to Steph" three times, that is long enough to keep my legs in the air, and muscles stretched for each repetition and helps my breathing.


Tuesday, 20 October 2026

Looking For Signs Of Autumn...

The blackberries came early, the figs didn't ripen properly, the weather has been really warm even though we are in mid October. So are there other signals that we are moving into Autumn? The shops sell "back to school bargains" before the Summer Term ends, and Halloween and Christmas displays went up in August. But here are three definite markers...

1 - The Royal British Legion have put their poppies on sale. They say there are no actual rules about when to wear them, but suggest from October 31st to Armistice Day [11th November] or Remembrance Sunday, whichever is later. [this year November 8th]
2 - Last Thursday we called in at  my favourite affordable hatshop in Dalegate Market. The manager has removed the displays of cotton bucket hat, floppy straw sunhats and natty cream panamas with petersham hatbands.  In their place are
fleecy beanies, fluffy bobbles, felted numbers, tweedy titfers,and earflapped jobbies. 
"I've gone fully woolly!" she announced. Or should that be "fully wully" or maybe "foolly woolly"? It is a phrase which sounds better than it looks! 
But I saw the definitive sign that autumn is on its way, as I stood at my kitchen sink the other morning, poking through the window to see what was happening in the Close. 
3 - Naked Running Man was wearing a teeshirt and a woolly hat! [Obviously NRM is not his real name]. He appeared at the start of the summer. He runs a loop round the village, once, sometimes twice a day. We are the middle of the run, I think - like the dog walkers, he comes round the Close, then through the alley back to the main road, and back down the hill again.
He is a young chap, always pushing a baby in a three wheeled "jogging buggy" But over the summer, he just wore trainers, a reversed baseball cap and running shorts. As he run towards you, the buggy in front of him, his shorts were obscured, and it really looked as if he was just wearing shoes and cap. All you could see was his trim, bronzed figure.[Remember those Diet Coke Break ads from the 1990s?] He is concentrating really hard, I suspect he is training for something. People who call out a cheery 'morning!" get a smile and a nod of the head, but he has no time [or breath] for conversation. I admire his diligence, especially now the weather is definitely getting autumnal. If he is preparing for a charity run, I would definitely sponsor him, he brings a smile to the morning.
What signs of autumn have you seen round your way?

Monday, 19 October 2026

Soups And Scoops

Now I am back from my conference, I need to sort out all my frozen goods. Things have got a little disorganised of late. I picked the pears and prepared and froze them, and did the same a little later with the apples. But it was all done rather hurriedly, and I didn't think through exactly where I would store them. They are packed in various sized lok'n'lok boxes, and tucked in odd corners of different drawers. And then there are half-used bags of frozen veg which fall into the gaps - and if I am not careful, disgorge a few frozen peas or sweetcorn kernels to lurk in corners.

And boxes labelled "Bob'sTom Sauce, September" "Ang's Spinach, blanched" and some boxes with no labels at all. There are a few neatly printed tags, curling up at the bottom of the freezer. Note; Brother P-Touch labels do not stick to plastic under freezing conditions even if they work in the kitchen. I decided to use up some of the foods just to make space to re-arrange what remains. I had a lot of stock, three tubs of tomato sauce, and a box of kebabs [mined meat] which never made it to a BBQ.
The stock went into the big slo-cooker, along with a load of small homegrown potatoes from the fridge [plus some tired carrots, a few spring onions and a handful of red lentils] That burbled away happily, and then I liquidised it to get vegetable soup. Warming lunches for autumn days.

I thawed and 'dismantled' the kebabs, and using Brontë Aurell's lovely book as inspiration I turned the mince [along with breadcrumbs, onion, an egg, and seasonings like Allspice and Worcestershire Sauce] into meatballs. These went into the tomato sauce, and that's 4 portions waiting for pasta, rice or potatoes for a comforting winter supper. 

One scoop of mince using my ice cream scoop is just enough to cut in half make two meatballs [I wore disposable gloves to handle and roll them] I'm pleased with  what I have achieved, and I hope to get the rest of the frozen foodstuffs properly sorted out next week.
How do you use up oddments in the freezer?

Sunday, 18 October 2026

O Sabbath Rest

Jon and Bob walking through the trees on the way back from Holkham beach last Saturday. Walking and talking together is a good thing to do - especially outside enjoying the beauty of Creation. 

And here's a picture of us sitting with Ro and Jess, looking at a partial rainbow over the sea - we had just spent ages watching a red kite diving and swooping. We think it caught a small rodent before it flew away. 

How blessed I am to live in such a beautiful county, and have such a caring family. I am especially grateful for the time to rest and reflect and feel loved and valued.

I hope your Sunday has some moments of peace, joy and love too, wherever you are. This hymn has been on my mind these last few days...


Saturday, 17 October 2026

More From The Shed

Here is the newly refurbished nameplate on the Parish Church Noticeboard. Santa Bob has just fixed it in place

For the first time in years, our Parish Church is hosting a Flower Festival this weekend. They asked for help from the Mens' Shed, in making some shelves to fit over some of the pews, to enable more floral arrangements to be displayed. These have been duly created  and covered with green paper.
-The Shed has been allocated one, to promote the group. 
Bob had an idea about using vintage carpentry equipment and flowers to make a display. However I am away at a Conference, and wasn't sure I could find time to prepare an arrangement. So I did some research, and here is what I came up with. I was able to put it in place before I left!

Because the Swanton Morley Shed Project is a lively, growing group this arrangement is created with living plants rather than cut flowers. The ones chosen represent the qualities found among ‘Shedders’ using the traditional ‘Language of Flowers’

The alstroemeria symbolizes long-lasting friendship, and mutual support - its leaves twist 180 degrees as they grow which is seen as a symbol of staying connected through life's ups and downs. The six petals of the flower represent the traits required for a strong bond: understanding, humour, patience, empathy, commitment, and respect.
The echinacea [yellow coneflower] stands for optimism and good mental health
Ivy represents loyalty and companionship
Yellow chrysanthemums celebrate happiness and friendship.

Huge thank you to all of you for your kind words yesterday. I'm here in Milton Keynes at a Conference for spouses of Baptist Revs. Among many friends old and new. The theme of the weekend is "Worship is Rest" and we are expected to take time out to rest. Just what I need! 



Friday, 16 October 2026

A Dead Mouse, A Wardrobe Malfunction, And An Unexpected Delivery

Monday afternoon was awful. I went off to do a big shop at Sainsbury's and phoned Bob to say I was finished and about to drive home, but felt a bit woozy. He suggested I went to the nearby Costa and had a drink and sat down till I felt better. I was OK driving the few hundred yards from the supermarket, but when I got out of the car, things started spinning. Fortunately there was no queue as I lurched to the counter. "What can I get you?" said the cheery barista. I said I thought I was having a vertigo attack, so please could I begin with a glass of tap water with ice in it. Her colleague produced it very promptly, and that helped a lot. I thanked her, and ordered a coffee. She said the cakes were half price, so I added a Bakewell Slice. The barista said I should sit down and she'd bring my drink over. The two assistants were incredibly kind. (thank you, girls) I sat for about 20 minutes then drove home carefully. But once I got to Cornerstones and got out of the car and stood up, the nausea washed over me again. Bob sent me to bed (and brought me a sick bowl,in case) I ordered a small birthday gift online. Monday night I slept well. Tuesday I rested, and felt much better. 
Wednesday seemed OK, but there were some bizarre moments. Emptying the waste paper bins into a larger bag (it was bin day) I jumped to see a small brown creature in the bottom of the lounge wpb. I thought it was a dead mouse. Fortunately it wasn't. It was the detached leg of the teddy Jess won at a local fete. The head, and 2 of the limbs had snapped off the same day she got it, so it was consigned to the bin.
Bob went off to the Shed, and I went up into the loft. As I always do, I took my mobile phone up there with me. But then the land-line rang. I clambered slowly and carefully down the ladder, but by the time I got to the phone, the caller had left a message then rung off - but number withheld so I couldn't ring back. Never mind, at least I didn't race down the steps and risk falling. The parcel I'd ordered arrived. 
Bob came home and needed help taking some Shed stuff to the Parish Church. The ladies were preparing for the upcoming Flower Festival. "I don't know if I should say this dear, but you are wearing your jumper inside out"  I felt extremely stupid!
Then when we got home, the parcel I'd ordered arrived. Yes, in my vertiginous stupor I'd managed to order the gift twice! It doesn't matter, I can use the 2nd gift for somebody else sometime.
I should have stayed in bed on Wednesday too....