Cold with sunshine and a few clouds during the morning. After breakfast I finally got around to printing my sermon, having made more small changes after reading it through. I wasn't as confident about what I had to say as I am generally. I drove to St Paul's through quiet Grangetown Streets. There were twenty adults and four young children, all from the same family. I thought there were going to be fewer of us for the service but unusually, half a dozen arrived late.
Afterwards I took Communion to Basma. She's looking forward to a hospital visit tomorrow to check on an eye infection which is slow to clear. She's had to tape her left eye shut for several months because of this. It's kept her housebound since she moved into her new temporary accommodation, relying on home deliveries and her daughter Maya to obtain everything she needs. Maya has now moved to St Mellons into a place of her own, creating additional difficulties. Basma is exceptionally patient and resilient under the circumstances.
It was nearly two o'clock when I reached home. Clare had left Sunday lunch warming on the stove for me. I went out and walked in Llandaff Fields for an hour, but when I crossed over into Pontcanna Fields that arctic east wind was even stronger. Although it was seven degrees it felt as if it was close to zero. Again I had chosen the wrong top coat to wear, and was compelled to head for home and change it for my old ski jacket. Clare had invited a few study group friends in to read a lecture together and they arrived at the house at the same time as me. I then walked to Thompson's Park and walked for another three quarters of an hour to complete my daily quota.
Browsing 'Channel 4 Walter Presents', I found a third series of the French Canadian crimmie 'The Sketch Artist' and spent the evening after supper watching four episodes, just for the pleasure of hearing Montreal French spoken in a bi-lingual setting. If you're not in a position to go abroad, it's a kind of substitute.
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