Up at eight this morning, intending to join the congregation at St German's for Mass. Unfortunately the car wouldn't start. Flat battery. As there wasn't enough time to take public transport, I walked to the Cathedral for the Sung Eucharist instead. Fr Stephen Adams preached, and gave me Communion with a smile of recognition. It must be ten years since we last met, when he was on the staff at St Mike's. He left there to become team Rector of Cowbridge, and retired last year.
Yesterday, a team of workers was due to arrive and erect scaffolding ready for the roofers to start work on replacing our forty year old tiles. Clare received an apologetic phone call announcing a delay. It was just before lunch today when they arrived. When Clare went to open the coded padlock on the back alley gate, she couldn't get it to work. Some panic stricken messaging on WhatsApp raised the man who had provided the coded lock after the one with keys went missing. It had been well lubricated overnight, but it has an unusual unlocking mechanism and was stiff. I think its internal cog wheels are worn or need tightening, as the numbers were tricky to align. Anyway, this delayed the scaffolders from bringing their equipment into the garden ready for erection, so they worked for a couple of hours, just on the front of the house instead.
I dozed in the chair after lunch and walked in the park for an hour before tea. Then I put the car battery on charge until dark, though I suspect it will need a longer charge before the engine can turn over. It's stood idle in cold weather for a fortnight. The engine may well need a push start to free it up in these conditions.
After supper we watched 'Call the Midwife' and then I streamed a couple of episodes of 'Bones', for lack of anything better to do before going to bed.
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