After a howling gale overnight at Harnser, a cold, windy and very wet day followed but I still walked Sam and he did not mind.
To the Horning Tea Shoppe for lunch and on to the Norwich Theatre Royale for the evening performance of Pickwick starring Harry Secombe and Roy Castle.
The IRA three-day cease-fire for Easter dismissed with scorn by all and the future of John Major again subject to newspaper speculation.
The night had passed with a howling gale throwing rain against the front of Harnser and, although I slept through the worst of it, Diana told this morning of being frightened by the slamming noises of the gusts on the building. I washed, shaved and then waited as long as I could for the weather to ease but, in the end, I had to dress up and take Sam out for his walk.
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He did not mind the weather and first enjoyed the attention and freedom but then the meal of rice and chicken even more! He met Doris and her spaniel in Ropes Hill Dyke road and did not leave my heel but did growl at them. A nice breakfast of croissants followed by chocolate Easter Egg which was decadent but nice. Then I updated this last day's journal as Della tidied upstairs, Debbie cleaned the shower-room and Diana did the clearing away and washing up. By this time, the weather had improved and, after cleaning our teeth and getting ready, we went out and braved the day.
To Horning Tea Shoppe for a lunch of tomato soup etc. and then, after Diana and I had dropped off the girls back at Harnser to watch a video for the afternoon, we drove into Norwich to look at some shops and make some arrangements. To Carrow Road first where we enquired about the special luxury tickets for tomorrow's match with Spurs. The deal involves car parking, a carvery lunch before and refreshments during half time and after the match together with special seats at a cost of £40 each! I still bought a couple to introduce Diana to the football again. Then to park the car (free for this Good Friday) in the Castle Mall car park and to walk up to the Theatre Royale where we bought four tickets for this evening's performance of Pickwick.
We had intended visiting the Castle Museum but it was closed for the holiday and so a break at Oliver's and then some time looking around Castle Mall with particular time at the book shop. Back to Harnser in time to give Sam a slightly longer walk that of late and then a largish dish of chicken and rice which he devoured enthusiastically. Then into Norwich with the family again to see Harry Secombe starring ably in the lead role of the musical and variety performance of Pickwick. Cancer victim, Roy Castle was also appearing bravely and was well-received by the enthusiastic audience. The part of Sam Weller was played very well too. Home late and, once my journal attended to and the bathroom cleared of Diana and the girls, I got my tired self ready for bed.
The day had continued wild and windy but at least the drizzly rain cleared away and just became occasional showers. Thus we spend the near 2000th anniversary of the crucifixion. The IRA three-day cease-fire for Easter dismissed with scorn by all and the future of John Major again subject to newspaper speculation with few people willing to bet that he would last past this autumn when a party leadership seems inevitable. The words of Enoch Powell today summarise the available vision of most politicians. Asked for his predictions and to the exasperation of his interviewer, he replied honestly "After over 40 years misspent in politics, I have no idea of what the hell is going to happen next".