Rachel received a message this morning from Emma, a school friend she hasn't seen in twenty five years. Emma has recently moved to Porth, so Rachel arranged to visit her at lunchtime, and took the 122 bus from outside the Halfway pub on Penhill Road, all the way there, and only returned at sunset.
I went to the Eucharist at St Catherine's - there were ten of us today. Another Rachel and her baby Seb were back in church this morning after a visit to New Zealand for a family celebration. It was interesting to see how Seb has developed physically in the month since he was last in church. I collected the week's veggie bag on my way home. Clare was out, so I had lunch on my own, then worked on a reflection for next week's Morning Prayer before going for a walk.
Having worked out when Rachel's return bus would arrive, I aimed to get to the bus stop to greet her on my return leg. Clare was there already sitting in the shelter waiting. But we waited and waited, and the bus was twenty five minutes late. Clare started to get cold and went home before me. The bus came and went without Rachel getting off, so I went home and started to worry. We couldn't contact her as her phone doesn't have a UK mobile SIM card in it. She arrived home before me, having decided to get off at the stop before the one where I was waiting!
After supper I spent the evening writing, helping Rachel book her return coach to Heathrow early Friday, and printing her ticket. We'll be sad to see her go.
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