Eye test

Another sunny day with high cloud making the sky less clear. I got up early, had breakfast at eight, then walked to Thompson's Park and back to get some fresh air and brief exercise, to see what difference it would make to the day, leaving Monday housework chores until I returned. 

I had an hour long phone call with Ashley, which had us both reminiscing about the variety of traders in food and household goods that used come street to street or even door to door when were kids seventy odd years ago. All are now a thing of the past, and in this new millennium have been replaced by online trading and delivery services of quite different nature. Cooked food, groceries, clothes books, and all kinds of electronic gadgets imaginable are now bought without going into a shop and arrive at your home. While we were talking a large bunch of flowers for Clare from the children arrived at the door. The covid lock-down led to a huge expansion of services which existed beforehand but are now available on such a scale that high street shop closures have impacted greatly on the town centre economy.

After lunch, I walked over to the School of Optometry for my annual eye test. The cataract in my right eye hindered the scan of the retina, so I had to book another appointment so the test can be done with the pupil dilated. Still no idea of when I can expect a second cataract operation.

I had an email from cousin Dianne this evening giving a positive verdict on the revisions I made to grandpa's story. That means I can circulate it to family members now.

Clare went out to choir practice at six. After I'd eaten, I set to work on preparing recording next week's Wednesday Morning Prayer. As I'm going to Geoff's funeral in Derby Cathedral tomorrow, I will lose a day's work time, so it's good to get ahead. I now have increasing domestic duties to relieve the pressure on Clare whose hip joint pain has slowed her down significantly.

Bed early tonight, nervous about not waking up at half past six, wondering if I'll have enough time to have breakfast and be out of the house by seven.

Eid on Mothering Sunday

Another clear blue sky sunny day, waking up an hour earlier in effect to start the day at the usual Sunday time. It's Eid al fitr, the end of Ramadan for Muslims today, Mothering  for church goers and Mothers Day for the greeting card and flower industry. BBC's Sunday religious news programme highlighted the fiesta, and promised a live broadcast of Eid prayers from a Bradford mosque for the first time, and there's a live entertainment programme this evening. It's an interesting milestone in the history of the BBC, reflecting the fact that the number of Muslims in the population is four million. Although a third of the population describe themselves as Christian, only three and a half million attend regular worship. Christians are well represented in terms of broadcast air-time, so it's right that the BBC is making an effort to ensure Muslims are adequately represented as well.

I celebrated and preached at St German's this morning, seven months since I last did, and four months since I last sat in the congregation. I was touched to receive a warm welcome from many members of the congregation. There were forty five of us in church, including former Vicar of Tonyrefail Ruth Moverly, whom we both know from the meditation group Diana used to run in her house some time ago. I enjoyed stepping back into the familiar ritual setting, though it was a bit of an effort with an hour's less time in bed, plus it takes me half the morning to feel fully awake. I really could do with getting up early and going for a walk to oxygenate my brain before breakfast to be at my best for the rest of the day. By the end of Mass, I felt much more awake thankfully.

It was a quarter past one before I reached home for lunch. Afterwards I slept in the chair again for over an hour, which at least meant that I felt more awake when it was time to go for a walk. The park was busy with people enjoying the spring afternoon sunshine. A group of about a hundred of all ages were enjoying pizzas together, an Eid party, probably from one mosque. Men and boys played football nearby, women and children were grouped together in a circle of prams and pushchairs, elderly women and men sat in a separate circle, with another large mixed group standing chatting in between them. Quite a sight.

Clare joined me to walk together for a while. She can't walk for so long or so fast these days, but it was nice to sit on a park bench and enjoy the sunshine together. After supper I watched the rest of 'Flowers over the inferno.' In the last half hour a mystery is unravelled, somewhat confusingly as the complex back story to a series of present crimes dates pack forty years and is told far too rapidly to make sense, though I spotted the hidden perpetrator early on. There was a poorly conceived scene in the run up to the final crisis in which a spool of 35mm movie film runs out and the miraculously started re-running while the dramatic action plays out. There's another mystery too in mise en scene. The wonderful Tyrolean alpine landscape is partly covered with snow, but  large melted patches make it look like it's spring, when the big seasonal festa during which the story is enfolding is St Nicholas, 6th December. There are other scenes with snow falling, or hoar frost on the trees, but the rate of change in a succession of scenes to another is implausible as if the movie editor was taking 'artistic' liberties that didn't really make sense. This distracts from the story being told. 

The story, past and present, concerned child abuse of different kinds. The six episode series covered one novel by Ilaria Tuti, featuring Commissaria Teresa Battaglia as a criminal profiler working with a couple of male inspectors, and keeping them on their toes all the time. This seems to be a feature of the Italian crimmies. The role in the story of the supportive friendship of four ten year olds, two of whom weren't strangers to physical abuse, was well portrayed and the kids were just marvellous. They reminded me a little of the Famous Five in children's stories when I was young, except that they were just four. It seems there's another series based on another crimmie featuring Teresa Battaglia is in the pipeline, but it'll be a while before that sees the light of day I suspect.

And that was it - time for bed now.

Eclipse day

I got to bed on time last night and had a better night's sleep. It was sunny when I woke up, but the sky threatened to cloud over by the time today's partial eclipse of the sun was due mid morning. Clare cooked pancakes and I cooked garlic mushrooms for breakfast. I was nice to hear author Michael Morpurgo speak about his daily walk on Radio 4 'Saturday Live' programme. He lives on a farm in the Cornish countryside and takes the same route each day, appreciating the changes he notes as the days of the year pass by. Time to appreciate what gets taken for granted is one of the great gifts of old age he says. He's a year and a half older than me, and share the same experience.

Around half past ten, the sun was passing in and out of moving cloud. Armed with a completely black frame of celluloid film, we both took a peek at the sun with a small portion of it obscured by the moon. It was interesting later to see other people's pictures taken during the eclipse. The moon shadow seems to work its way from the top of the sun's disc around the right hand side, not straight across, as the moon's orbit is elliptical and it's coming past at a different angle to the rotation of the earth. I tried taking a few photos, holding the frame of film over the lens of my Lumix TZ95, and then with the addition of an old UV filter. I didn't have enough know-how or enough time in a hurry to override automatic settings and use a high enough ISO number for a properly exposed shot, so none of them were sharp, and the moon shadow was masked by the glare. Interesting colours after editing the images but not really portraying an amazing natural phenomenon at all. 

I cooked some veg, Clare baked a piece of frozen cod and I heated up yesterday's leftovers for lunch. Then I walked into town to buy a pan from John Lewis' to replace the one that caught fire two days ago. It was impossible to get it perfectly clean as the interior surface is very slightly pitted in places. Fragments of carbonised material are embedded in a few tiny pits, and nothing we tried would remove them. The embedded substance could leach toxins if used for cooking. I thought a new one was advisable. The pan in question was bought when we were in Switzerland over thirty years ago, so why not? Our other Swiss pans are still going strong.

This evening is the Women's rugby international match between Wales and England, so full road closures are in operation and buses re-routed until half past nine tonight. Thousands of spectators arriving early for the match mingled with the influx of shoppers. Women of all ages with confident smiles on their faces, wearing red rugby shirts walking proudly with husbands and children, or in groups. Growing interest in women's sports generally is contributing to an upbeat mood on match day, win or lose.

I walked back home through Canton, so I could buy a jar of olives in the Turkish supermarket. The shiny new pan fits perfectly on the the electric hob, the one it replaces was a centimetre smaller, so cooking with it will be a bit more energy efficient.

After supper, I continued watching 'Flowers over the inferno', then put all the clocks forward, and set out for bed an hour early.

Green woodpecker's eerie call

A bright sunny start to the day, but clouds blew over mid morning. without covering the sky. When I went to be last night, I realised it was an hour later than I thought it was. I hadn't noticed when I sat down to relax with the first episode of the new crimmie with the strange title 'Flowers over the inferno'. The rhythm of the day was broken after lunch by losing an hour on line and on the phone trying to modify my travel insurance. No wonder I didn't sleep as long as I intended. I reckon that since Christmas I've had to spend a total of six hours using online direct message chat bots to make enquiries, each of which could have been answered directly by a living person in fraction of the time.

I read an article this morning about the phenomenal growth in the application of AI for every conceivable purpose, driven by investment entrepreneurs. Promoters admit it's far from perfect, sometimes falling short of real world accuracy when it comes to complex scheduling with many variable elements. Chat bots often fail to answer a question because they've not yet learned from use, or been taught to recognise how many ways a question can be asked. The response to this criticism is to say that humans have to learn how to ask questions in a particular way. We have to adapt to AI, rather than AI succeeding in adapting to the real world. 

Already spelling and grammar checking programs highlight what it thinks are user errors, in an effort to push writers into a style not their own. It can be useful on times but irritating as well when there are words of phrases it doesn't recognise. Blogger wants me to change 'on times' to 'at times'. I write as I speak and think, why should I change? 

We went to St John's for the Lent lunch with a dozen others and sat at table with Andrew and enjoyed an interesting conversation with him about his work as a mental health counsellor at UHW. He starts training for ordination at St Padarn's in the autumn, taking with him a rich experience of lay ministry. I wonder how this will impact on his future priestly role?

After we'd eaten I went shopping for an assortment of groceries - plant milks, fruit and rye bread. It was a heavy load and I was grateful for the rucksack to carry it home on my back rather than in two shopping bags. I slept for over an hour and woke up refreshed before walking in the park. I caught sight of a buzzard riding the thermals a hundred and fifty feet above the trees near the stables, and got a couple of photos at the limit of the range of the Olympus telephoto lens, so not terribly sharp when magnified. One of them, after editing revealed its plumage pattern and colour confirming it was our local raptor. I watched it glide down into the tree cover the other side of the allotments. I think there may be a nest somewhere over there.

After supper I devoted some time to exploring an excellent website of British bird songs and bird calls, in an effort to identify a distinctive loud call which I've been hearing daily at several locations around the two parks for the past couple of months. To my surprise, I discovered that what I'm hearing is a green woodpecker. I've heard them hammering several times of late. It's good to know what kind of woodpecker it is. There's one in Thompson's Park too. We're so lucky to have such a variety of wildlife here at the heart of the city.

Then another episode of 'Flowers in the inferno'. As the story unfolds it seems to be about a mysterious man in disguise avenging children abused by their parents in a remote alpine village, as several incidents of casual if not deliberate violence towards children are portrayed, somewhat shockingly to my mind. How this fits together remains to be seen. The female commissario (chief inspector) in the story is as grumpy with her colleagues as Rocco Schiavone in another Italian crimmie set in the Alps!

Dishwasher with wifi?

Cloudy and colder today, no gradual progression towards warmer spring weather yet. Going up to bed at ten last night gave me a good night's sleep. I shall try and persist with this until the clocks go forward and then repeat. I seem to be so much more rest these days, for the same amount of activity.

Mid-morning I went out to see Marlene and say goodbye to her as Ann and Paul are taking her back to her home in Swansea, after staying with them in Llandaff. She has attended the Wednesday Eucharist at St Catherine's with them over the past couple of years. Yesterday she didn't come as she didn't feel strong enough. I arranged with Ann to go and bid her godspeed before they set off today. She said she was pleased to see me. I think I may remind her of all the other regular attenders who have enjoyed her company over a cuppa after the service. I was glad of the opportunity to give her a blessing before we parted company.

My journey to their house was surprisingly difficult despite Ann's clear instruction. Google maps gave me what I thought was a circuitous route to follow, but didn't make it clear where I had to turn at a junction with two exits side by side, taking me into Llandaff village not their street. I ended up parking at Insole Court, which I knew was close to the street in question, and Ann came out to meet me. A side entrance to the grounds took me there on foot. If I'd been able to leave a little earlier, I could have walked there and not missed the confusing turning. 

Unfortunately my arrival was delayed due to a kitchen disaster. A pan containing a dish cloth being boiled for cleaning had boiled dry. It had just caught fire. The kitchen and other rooms downstairs were filled with acrid smoke. I was able to pick up the pan, put it in the sink and run water over it, but I had to hold my breath while rushing to open doors and windows. Fortunately there was nothing near enough to catch fire, but it was a shock.

I was back home by a quarter to twelve to await the delivery of a new dishwasher from John Lewis', which was due to arrive over lunchtime. Clare had booked a physio appointment at noon, so I needed to be back on time. I completed drafting my Sunday sermon while I was waiting. It was delivered at a quarter to one and took half an hour to connect to drainage and water supply, then run through its setup routine. 

It has a posh electronic interface displaying several dish washing options. One of these is a wifi interface which allows you to attach it to the internet, to be controlled by a phone app. I can't imagine us ever needing to use such a utility. To me it's bizarre and unnecessary. I'd like to know if its connectivity has the ability to find and attach itself to the nearest network, or 4G phone once it's powered on. It sounds silly maybe, but technology pundits have commented on the poor default security settings of devices that are part of the 'internet of things', like smart speakers, thermostats and so on. Fortunately it can be switched off.

I wasn't able to cook lunch while the dishwasher was being installed, but started when the engineer left. Clare's physio session was much longer than expected, so it was almost ready by the time she returned, and we had lunch an hour later than usual.

Before going out for a walk I contacted Staysure travel insurance again, as I realised the policy for renewal didn't have cruise cover, and its list of destinations didn't specify Portugal among the destinations covered. I found the website wouldn't let me edit changes to the renewal police, for no explicable reason, nor could I find the cost of various cruise cover options, only what kind of cover was offered. Obtaining a yes to the destination question, and drawing a blank on the cost of options took half an hour on Direct Messaging. In the end I had to phone a call handler and explain. It took an hour to navigate my way through a lengthy and confusing list of options to decide which I could afford, and pay for it. Simply too much information to take in without being able to view the options at the same time.

It was five o'clock when I set off for the park. I returned as it was getting dark and time for supper without reaching my daily step target, so I went out again after we'd eaten to finish the job. 

I found a new Italian crimmie to watch set in the Dolomites in winter. An hour's escape from a strange day before bed.

Blossom time

Clear sky and bright sunshine return today,  but at 15C it's still with a cold breeze. We were nine adults with baby Seb at the St Catherine's Eucharist. I collected this week's veggie bag on my way home, then recorded next week's biblical reflection and added it to the Morning Prayer audio while Clare cooked lunch. I also started work on a Mothering sermon for the Sunday to come at St German's. After this I have no more bookings to take services or sermons to preach. 

After lunch Clare went to Penarth for a walk with a friend and I walked in the park. I counted three rugby matches in Llandaff Fields and six football matches in Pontcanna Fields, maybe more. There were so many players in different brightly coloured football shirts it was difficult to work out from a distance the exact number of games. There may have been some women players involved but the majority were men. Women were either spectators, or out running instead. 

Yesterday and again today in different regions of Japan, the first blossom is seen and noted officially. It's an auspicious time and the population take time out to visit parks and well known beauty spots. Each day now in Cardiff's parks, blossom and/or leaves are bursting out on the trees. Leaves on our favourite crab apple trees have come out in past few days, but it's too early for them to bloom I think. 

The terrible onslaught continues in Gaza, with Israel and Hamas trying to force concessions out of each other without yielding. more journalists have been killed. There are reports of anti-Hamas protests by people in Gaza, in the face of intimidation by armed men. Impossible to say how many protesters there might be, but it's been noticed now by the wider world. Impossible to say what impact it will have on the situation overall.

After supper I made next week's Morning Prayer video and uploaded it to YouTube. I also backed up Clare's computer Home directory to prepare to upgrade the laptop to the latest edition of Linux Mint. Time passes so quickly that was all I had time for before getting to bed early.     

Lighting frustration

The feast of the Annunciation today. The Parish has given up the routine observance of major saints' days that fall during the week unless it's on a Wednesday. It means going to the Cathedral or to a church in a neighbouring parish which maintains the tradition. Apart from the travel, there's the hassle of finding out what the service times are, and it's not always possible to fit this in. Retirement often feels busy, not least because it takes much longer to do perform domestic chores, take exercise and go for medical checkups! Anyway, I wrote two reflective haiku on the Gospel of the day. So far I've been able to write one on each day since Ash Wednesday. It makes you think about what is the most important point in the Gospel text.

Mild and dry today with clouds and sunshine.  Getting to bed half an hour earlier last night was beneficial. I must make more effort to resist late evening distractions. After breakfast Clare went to her study group in Penarth. I prepared, recorded and edited next Wednesday's Morning Prayer before cooking lunch in time for her return. Writing a biblical reflection on Christ the Good Shepherd after lunch came quickly. Making the recording will have to wait.

I went to Cardiff Central station to buy tickets for the trip to Derby for Geoff's funeral. I'll need to get up very early to catch an eight forty five train. It'll get me to Derby Cathedral half an hour early to give me time to meet his family and any colleagues from the Diocese in Europe who may be there. I'll have plenty of time to return on the three thirty eight train. Amazingly, commitment to particular trains means the total cost is forty pounds, a flexi-fare costs over a hundred!

Before returning home I walked around town and checked the progress of the demolition of the former Debenhams department store building. Not much is visible over the safety screens enclosing the site but since I last passed by, the interior of the building has been hollowed out, with the excavating machines digging down from the rooftop parking bay. It's a pity I've not yet been able to find a viewpoint over the site above street level.

I took the bus back to Canton and walked home from there. After a cup of tea and a bun, I went out again and walked in Llandaff Fields for half an hour to complete my daily distance quota. After supper the strip lighting installed under the kitchen cabinets over the working surface came adrift from their mounting, not for the first time. There simply aren't quite enough clips attaching to each long florescent tube to ensure it's sufficiently stable, to survive the lightest of glancing blows from beneath. Easy enough to touch it if you're using the working surface. There are three units attached to each other in a chain, if one goes they all go. I'm surprised they have come apart without breaking to tubes. In desperation, I used gaffer tape to suspend the units while I manipulated the three feet long chain of tubes into their mounting brackets and then reconnect them. That gave me a lot of stress and lost me an hour's relaxation, so I watched the last episode in the current series of 'Astrid - murders in Paris' before going to bed