This morning, I drove to Roath and celebrated the Eucharist with the congregation of over thirty at Saint Edward's church. I'm not sure that I preached here in my time with USPG, so this was my first visit. There was a choir of six who sung enthusiastically. The priest's musical parts were different from anything I know off by heart, and it was difficult to learn them properly in the short time beforehand, as the music wasn't very big and the lighting not strong enough for me to see well enough. I'm looking forward to this Thursday's cataract op making a difference. It's been so frustrating this past year. To my aronishment yesterday I had a letter from the ophthalmology department in the Heath hospital giving me an appointment date in November. It may be a pre-op assessment, or even a triage appointment. The letter doesn't say. I shall wait to respond until I have had advice from eye surgeon Andrew.
I was home slightly earlier than usual, as people don;t socialise after the service at this church. I started to feel as if I was developing a dose of 'flu. Yesterday's booster jab starting to have its impact on my immune system. It was the new Moderna vaccine which protects against the original and omega strains, which my mean it makes you feel twice as lousy. After lunch I drove Clare to Penarth for her study group meeting, and came straight home, and laid low for the rest of the day, not even going out for a walk. I don't know of this will make a difference to my recovery rate. I normally make the effort when I don't feel like exercise, but not today.
After supper, I watched an interesting programme about art theft in Stockolm, and learned that 95% of stole art works are never recovered. This story was one of the rare successes, involving the Swedish and Danish police and the FBI, as two of the painting had ended up in America. And so to bed.
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