My sister June is 90 today. I sent her a mini video greeting over WhatsApp, using the recording we made with Rachel two days ago. After a good night's sleep, I took a turn cooking the breakfast pancakes, then spent the morning preparing a sermon for tomorrow's Eucharist, and cooked lunch rather late. Clare had gone out food shopping but fortunately was late returning.
After we'd eaten, I went out and walked in the park under a grey sky for a couple of hours, returning just after sunset. Before supper, I watched the last in the 'Patience' series, recognising another story-line from the Astrid series, but aware of it needing to be adapted as a British police investigation, as procedures don't work in same way here. I think the lead actor Ella Maisie Purvis has grown in the role over the series. It's a pity there weren't any home grown mysteries investigated. I wonder if there'll be another series? It does depend on the size and response of the viewing audience, regardless of the media hype.
The news is full of reports and speculations about the Gaza ceasefire and hostage release. The deal is done and ratified by parliament, but Netanyahu is still prepared to hold up the process unless a list of hostage names is produced in advance. It's known that some of the hostages released will be in body bags, having died in captivity, but not how many of the thirty three agreed for release, but it's not known who is dead or alive. This is cruel and cynical, a last ditch effort by Hamas to show it still has power over Israel, no matter at what cost to innocent Palestinian victims. Israeli air raids are still happening, even though these may lead to hostages dying needlessly. Also cruel and cynical.
After supper I found and watched a Swedish crimmie set in the rural hinterland in the 1970s and '90s. It's a great excuse for movie makers to use classic cars of the different decades, as well as domestic furniture and appliances. The trouble is, the cars look immaculately polished in countryside without metalled roads, no dust on them, no dents. An unusual requirement, suspending disbelief!
Rachel rang this evening, to say her journey home had gone well and that she'd slept well. Then, a sermon to print out, and bed.
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