Saturday

Clive has gone to Bristol for a night out with old work colleagues.

I lost a couple of hours watching the proclamation of King Charles. Liz Truss probably cannot believe the week she's having.

Hetty and I had a late walk (after the proclamation) and then walked into town with Louise. There's a few floral tributes on the Market Cross, which we looked at and a book of condolences in the Corn Exchange. We didn't sign it. What's the point?

My friend's 31 year old son has had a stroke and  has died and another neighbour has died. Just everything seems sad at the moment.  Poor Charles has had to meet so many people. He would probably like to have time with his family and have a little  cry.