Memory glitch

A slightly warmer damp overcast day. Although I went earlier to bed I was awake for longer in the night. Clare prepared the batter and I cooked our breakfast pancakes and went on to cook lunch as well, after a morning completing tomorrow's sermon and preparing text for Morning Prayer for Wednesday the week after next.

I went for my afternoon walk in the park shortly after Clare went out. When I'd walked for ten minutes I had that uncertain feeling that I hadn't locked the front door. Could I have even left it open in a moment of distraction? There was just a small gap in my memory for a familiar routine action, so I returned home to check. Yes, I had shut it, but not double locked it. Not that anyone could get in without a key! We always double lock by raising the door handle and then using the key. It was the sound of raising the door handle that hadn't registered itself in my mind, because I forgot to do it.

I returned to the park and walked around Pontcanna Fields, and was intrigued to notice a fresh outburst of snowdrops on the grass verge by the campsite entrance. A single plant with multiple flowers first appeared there in mid December. Its last flower is now withering away after blooming for an unusually long period. There's been little sign of those new plants growing until now. It's curious the way they come at different times in different places around the parks, and in some places they just don't grow on ground that appears to have similar vegetation. It's probably a matter of soil chemistry, as they're resilient creatures, coping with frost and long spells of torrential rain.

Clare had started baking a batch of bread by the time I arrived home. It came out of the oven before supper and the aroma filled downstairs rooms like incense. We ate hot sliced bread. Mine had olive oil on it with a slice of chicken and salad greens. Simple pleasures.

Nothing to do in the evening apart from printing my sermon, so I watched more episodes of Dsnish crimmie 'Fatal Crossing' until bed time.