I celebrated the Eucharist at St Catherine's yesterday morning with eight others, then went to the wound clinic, did some shopping and the walked to the Natural Health clinic for an acupuncture treatment. I was quite tired when I got there but the treatment rejuvenated me. Even so, I laid low for the rest of the day.
Emma asked me to stand in for her at the St John's midweek Eucharist this morning, which I was happy to do. Apparently she'd just received an invitation from a Muslim women's group to visit one of our city's mosques. That's the sort of invitation which wouldn't be extended to a male priest, and it shows what possibilities of dialogue are opened up, simply by having ordained women clergy.
After a clinic visit, lunch and a siesta, we drove to Newport to visit Martin. It's the first time we've seen him since his life-changing colostomy operation three weeks ago. We're amazed at how well he is looking and how active he is able to be, within limits, like me. He had prepared tea for us, with cream cakes and cucumber sandwiches to celebrate. He spoke inspiringly of the positive experience and of people he'd met through this truly life-threatening crisis.
His GP recognised before the hospital specialists who'd been scanning and testing him, exactly what had gone wrong. She rushed him to hospital, with only hours to spare before toxins overwhelmed his vital organs, saving his life. She'd been a youngster in the Parish of Pontyclun when he was Vicar there. He followed the development of her vocation and career, and kept in touch. Eventually he signed up as one of her patients in a local medical practice. Who could have foreseen this?
When we returned home there wasn't anything I wanted to watch on TV, so I went up to bed to watch a French crimmie from More Four's 'Walter Presents' on my tablet. This one is called 'Murder on the Lake'. Setting is Lake Annecy in Haute Savoie which we know well from camping holidays when the children were young over thirty years ago. And it's great to get glimpses of familiar much loved landscapes - and to hear French spoken with hints of a familiar regional accent as well. It's yet another 'hunt the serial killer' show, in which a social media dating app plays a key part in the killer's modus operandum. The plot twist is that some of the cops involved in the hunt are using dating apps to cheat on their spouses while at work. I wonder if the truth is as strange as the fiction here?
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