I’m trying to correct email addresses, in some instances by deduction. For instance, if you’re getting an error message for james smith@gmailetc, the odds are that the spaces between james and smith shouldn’t be there. In another instance, thea should have been theo and gmail should have been ymail. The last half dozen, I needed to track down the persons concerned. So, belatedly realising that I had their phone numbers, I rang and asked them.

It’s taken a while to sort out, but then I realise it’s not easy to type in nearly 150 emails, each written down by hand by its owner, whatever their handwriting is like. And I think it’s done now.

I’m going to move from my desktop computer to a laptop, but I don’t honestly want to. I like the size of the screen and that I don’t have to hunch over a folding computer. However, the convenience of taking my MacBook with me when I go away is tempting too and, I can’t deny, it is a thing of beauty. So I’ll compromise. I’ll have a separate screen to use with it when I’m here and I’ll just unplug it and take it with me when I want to. My present computer is 9 years old and, being a Mac, I think of it as not very old at all, certainly not outdated, but borrowed time approaches, I recognise. So, rather than be caught out by a sudden failure, I’ve adopted my usual belt and braces over the past year and used both. It’s not really satisfactory. I never know where anything is.

The Remembrance Sunday service this morning was as moving as ever it was. I listen intently as the Rolls of Honour for three villages are read out. It never ceases to shock me, that our small village lost 25 men in the Great War. A whole generation. The people who read them out were each born in their village. Our speaker is now over 90 years old, not that you’d realise it of her. She lives in Yagnub and has, in the last few weeks, finally given up driving, though her car still sits in her driveway. I went to fetch her this morning and took her part of the way back, but she decided she wanted a walk, so I dropped her off to stride uphill for the last half mile. “Use it or lose it,” she declares – and she’s right, of course.