Apart from a chilly walk around the park in the afternoon, and finishing off my first Sunday sermon of 2015, the only thing of note about yesterday was completing my driving license renewal application on-line, cutting up the old licenses and posting off the pieces to the DVLA.
The license renewal website is a model of simplicity, clarity and ease of use. I was relived to find the Government gateway i/d and password I use for on-line income tax filing worked as intended, and just a little surprised to discover additional information; e.g. N.I. and passport numbers, birth place, was required to complete the process. If we ever moved towards being an i/d card holding nation, all the vital information threads are stored in the DVLA database already. Hopefully the new driving license will be with me in a week or so.
On this bright and sunny morning, I celebrated and preached at Tongwynlais and Taffs Well. St James' in Taffs Well is a simple church building with whitewashed and no stained glass, on a day like this sunlight transforms the space and really lifts the spirits, enhancing the pleasure of worship.
I drove into town at the end of the service to collect Clare from the Riverside Farmers Market, and we ended up staying for an al fresco lunch of curry served by one stall holder, washed down with a delicious Colombian single estate coffee from another. It was too chilly to stand around for long time before taking the shopping home, but once we'd unloaded and packed it all away, the lure of the outdoors returned. So, we wrapped up again and took one bus into town then another to Penarth for a walk along the pier and the front.
Many people were out enjoying a walk in the sun and dozens were fishing off the pier end as the tide was in. The queue for refreshments in the pier pavilion cafe was too long for us, so we returned home and Clare cooked some scones for tea instead. Crisp and fresh and warm. Nothing better!
Sister June is eighty today, housebound awaiting a knee replacement operation. After months of appalling mis-managment of her case by London's St. George's hospital, compounded by a broken kneecap, thanks to jerky London Transport bus driving provoking a fall, she's finally got an operation date in March. She's keen to start travelling again once she's mobile. We're still waiting for a date for Clare's 'urgent' shoulder repair, wondering if one hospital specialist department is communicating with another. Until we know we can't make any proper plans.
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