Another good comfortable night's sleep with Clare on our double bed, and waking up in bright sunshine. The single bed mattress really does need changing. The death of Pope Francis was announced on the eight o'clock news, half an hour after it happened. A perfectly satisfying end in his eyes I imagine. A return from hospital, Mass and Easter Communion at St Peter's with everyone else offering the liturgy, then giving the Easter blessing from his balcony, and leaving this life the following morning.
He was such a wonderful pastoral and biblical teacher, emphasising the importance to himself of being first and foremost Bishop and chief pastor of the diocese of Rome as well as head of the world wide Roman Catholic church. He wishes to be buried in Sta Maria Maggiore, effectively the principal church of his diocese, rather than underneath Saint Peter's. What a wonderful transformational, inclusive 12 years of ministry as Pope he's had. Let's hope and pray that another will be chosen to follow the lead into the future he has given.
The others got up individually and we all went out for breakfast in Cafe Brava at ten when it opened. The other cafes in Pontcanna Street were already packed with people out for early brunch. We had muffins sliced with layers of either veggie goodies or in my case bacon and sausage and mushroom. Then Kath drove us to Porthkerry Country Park for a walk on the beach, a drink and cake. I watched a buzzard being harried by a crow. They flew around each other in circles. I had the birds in my camera viewfinder, but the camera shutter wouldn't fire. The auto-focus mechanism seemed confused for no good reason. Then we returned home and parted company. The others have to work tomorrow. We had a full meal at tea- time, leftover lamb cawl for me. Then I went out for an evening walk, and spent the rest of the evening reading another novel by J J Hernandez, 'Sangre Nueva', a birthday present from Kath. I read for too long and that meant heading for bed later than intended.
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