I went to Norwich, but didn’t have too much luck with shopping. I did get things for Ro, so at least, if he doesn’t have time to choose a coat until after Christmas, at least I’ll have something to give him. I’ll go into Yagnub tomorrow for the rest, and failing success there, to Beccles. The Sage is off to London for the day. I’m going to write out all my music for the carol service on Christmas Eve and go and have a practice with Andy. He’s playing the electronic organ, which he finds easier, with his vasculitis, and I’ll play the clarinet, except for one hymn where we both plan to play the organ. Only problem is, they are half a tone out from each other, so we need to try it out, him playing in E and me in F, to make sure we are okay together. If not, I’m back on the clarinet. We’ve had the gates sandblasted and repainted and they will be fetched back on Thursday, though I don’t suppose they will be put back in situ until after Christmas. Honestly, darlings, those of you who have been here before would hardly know the place. Come to the next blog party to be impressed and astonished. And those of you who haven’t visited, of course, because the Sage and I are quite astonishing in our own right. Or should that be rite?