Late rising, both catching up on lost sleep, it was gone ten by the time we had our pancake breakfast. Then I recorded and edited material prepared yesterday, finishing just before lunch. Then there was Monday's funeral service, and some texts for tomorrow's evening service to prepare before going out for a walk.
First I went to St John's, which was holding its own imaginative version of a Christmas Fayre with a small collection of brightly decorated Christmas trees, a Santa's grotto and an assortment of tables selling jams and chutneys, table decorations and toys. There was a raffle and a dutifully bought five tickets and to my amazement won a bottle of Prosecco. Coincidentally, Clare won a bottle of Prosecco at the St Catherine's Autumn Fayre, so now we have two in hand, ready and waiting to be drunk at Christmas with the family.
The event was very well attended, and all those who'd worked hard to put it on were pleased their efforts were rewarded. I was especially pleased to meet Sandra again, one of the church stalwarts, housebound since before covid. She's been declared unfit to drive at her advanced age, and can no longer make her own way to church. A veteran member of St John Ambulance, she's content to sit at home knitting in front of the telly. Her speciality is baby clothes for the maternity hospital premature unit.
The sun was already setting by the time I left St John's so most of the day's walk was in the dark, which I'm not very keen on. I have no problem about walking familiar paths at night, but most out walking or riding use strong LED flashlight, which dazzle unpleasantly. It takes away pleasure of being out in the park under a cloudless sky with Venus and Saturn visible, with the rest of the heavens obscured by urban light pollution. The new moon came, and went un-noticed during the day
When I got in, Clare was talking by WhatsApp to Rachel in Phoenix, where it's mid morning. She was demonstrating her progress in jazz accompaniment in anticipation of Jasmine's visit. We've had news from the instrument repairer in Penarth that Owain's saxophone is ready for collection on Tuesday, and wasn't in need of a major overhaul and won't be too costly, which is good news, and means that it won't be hard for Jasmine just to pick up and play.
We had supper fairly late and I went up to bed to watch 'Crossing Lines' on my Chromebook. Tonight's episode of the Millennium Trilogy I already watched. It was available on iPlayer last week, which is rather strange. A Sunday morning without a service to take so I shall sing in the choir at St Catherine's tomorrow.
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