Monday, can’t remember. Gardening I think.

Tuesday, Doctor, Dentist, Funeral.

Wedneday. Gardening and Safeguarding Officer interview.

This morning, I’m off for a walk with OU friends.

Doctor said I will have an ultrasound as I still have heart murmur and am breathless after little exertion. (Spirometry showed I have a lung age of 74 (eek) but inhaler made no difference to my breathing.)

I parted with £25 for one minute in the dental chair, to be told my teeth are fine.

Funeral was Frank’s. Getting on for 95 years old. Lovely ‘perfect gentleman’ from Viewfinders. He always greeted me with a kiss. He was very talented artistically. Even made his own guitar.

Some one (ex-Viewfinder) brought along a photo of Frank with his guitar for display during the cremation. I asked him afterwards if I could have a digital copy for for the Viewfinder website, and he held his hand out for money. Wanker.

Off to shower now. Bye.