Overcast with rain today. Another disturbed night with not enough sleep. As I walked to St Catherine's under the brolly for the Eucharist, a passing van went through an overflowing pavement gutter next to me and sprayed water over my lower legs. Luckily I was carrying an empty veggie bag on the same side as the gutter which shielded me from getting my trousers completely soaked. We were eight for the service, taken by Fr Andrew as Fr Sion is on leave. The church hall is hired out again for filming a children's TV series on S4C, so coffee and chat took place in church after the service. By the time we parted company I was relieved to find that it had stopped raining. I collected this week's veggies from Chapter on my way home.
As Clare proposed going out for a meal this evening I had a light lunch of salad and a can of sardines, then a snooze in the chair to follow before an afternoon walk in Llandaff Fields. Dull routine, but necessary. We went out to Stefano's for supper at six. I didn't find dining out a comfortable experience. Background noise from diners chatting and an Italian pop music sound track I found overwhelming. Nothing was really loud but the overall soundscape was too much stimulus for me, making me withdraw into myself. I didn't realise how much I need a great deal of peace and quiet space for thinking, remembering and processing experiences since the stroke. I wasn't the best company for Clare and Owain, I'm afraid.
When we got home, I spent the rest of the evening until bed time writing a Reflection on Matthew's story of the Holy Family's flight into Egypt, my mind filled with images of refugees fleeing Gaza city on the coast road, and parents mourning dead children.
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