All Saints'

More is made of All Saints' fiesta in Europe as in many places it's a public holiday. Lutheran countries celebrate it as Reformation Sunday tomorrow, and it's possible for Anglicans to combine the observance of All Saints' and All Souls' together in one liturgy. Not much is made of it outside the churches in secularised Britain where pagan and commerce tinged Halloween festivities overshadow its significance as a celebration of spiritual communion and solidarity down the ages in the Body of Christ between believers living and dead.

Getting to bed earlier and lying in bed dozing for an hour after 'Thought for the Day' didn't mean I slept any better. I needed to drink a litre of water when I got up, to fend off the impact of dehydration. All this damned medication is robbing me of quality of life whatever else it does. The sun shone from a blue sky however, a consolation. Clare cooked pancakes for breakfast. Afterwards I had messages to write before going out for a walk to clear my head and stimulate blood circulation. It makes a difference I think.

Surprisingly, we weren't visited by any young kids in Hallowe'en dress playing 'Trick or Treat' last night. The box of choccy favours Clare bought in readiness remains unopened. Perhaps the cohort of children currently living in our neighbourhood isn't in the right age bracket - too young or too old.

I felt so tired at lunchtime I had no appetite for the apple pie Clare had cooked, so I slept for an hour in my chair and then ate my portion. As the sun was shining, I went out and walked for an hour. My circuit of  Llandaff Fields was punctuated by showers and gusts of wind. A brolly gave no defence against the weather. My legs were soaked by the time I got home. The cloud layer was thin so the sun shone through the cloud while it rained. Clare and I both arrived home from walking at the same time.  She pointed out a huge rainbow behind me, which I wouldn't have noticed otherwise.

It continued to rain well into the evening. Undeterred by the weather, the noise of fireworks echoed around the neighbourhood and continued after dark. Fireworks are no longer confined to Bonfire Night, maybe because they are available in supermarkets weeks before the traditional occasion when Brits celebrate. We also get them sometimes at the end of play in one of the sports stadiums (or it is stadia?).

After supper I watched another episode of a slow moving rather disjointed French Canadian crimmie. Unclear how crimes in the story link together, but it seems to be about cross border smuggling between the USA and Quebec.