A cold grey day again. Breakfast in shifts around the kitchen table as people got up at different paces. Ann came with Clare and I to the St Catherine's Eucharist. Clare was on the rota to read the Epistle today and did so beautifully, as she always does. The Feast of St Michael and All Angels was celebrated on the traditional date, not bumped off Sunday until Monday, as in the CofE. It's been optional for years to displace a feast day to a Sunday. I don't know why this is now the default, especially in the case of this Red Letter day, as angels appear in the resurrection stories, giving preachers plenty of scope to make the connections.
The others went for a walk in the park instead. We came straight home afterwards to continue preparing lunch, started as soon as breakfast was over. The walkers returned in perfect time, just as everything was ready to put on the table, and Clare was starting to grow impatient. Owain brought with him a bottle of German Rhineland Pinot Noir which was delicious. Instead of pudding we had a chocolate cake from M&S with birthday candles for Clare to blow out, and a toast with a bottle of Cava.
After lunch, Kath and Anto drove to Bristol with Owain to see his new flat. It's a year since he t first got the keys and started decorating before moving in. Kath messaged us to say how impressed she was with what he's done to make it into his home. And how tidy it is!
Meanwhile we went out for a walk in the park. Ann and Clare to Thompson's Park and me for a longer circuit of Pontcanna Fields where it was very windy, and rained towards the end. We watched the first of the quarter finals of BBC Young Musician of the Year on telly. Then I watched another episode of 'Grace' until bedtime.
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