Another dreary day, but I slept fairly well and woke up with a clear head. A welcome improvement. As I cut my over-long toe nails when I was getting up, I nicked my big toe, which bled profusely due to the clot dispersal meds I'm obliged to take. Fortunately, Clare was at hand, found a plaster and administered First Aid so I didn't need to hop around leaving a blood trail while searching for one.
My memory was playing tricks on me this morning. I couldn't find my Fitbit charging dongle and looked everywhere as I had a distinct recollection of carrying it downstairs when I got up. Clare found it beside my bed.
At ten I had an email from BT confirming that our landline number would be reinstated today. Ashley, who had been trying the number earlier was my first caller to get through at his third attempt. Owain called an hour later. Twelve days without a landline number over at last!
At eleven an email notification arrived from the Disclosure and Barring Service, reminding me to renew my subscription as a volunteer to their annual update service. It's a requirement of the Church in Wales for retaining Permission to Officiate to keep my registration up to date. I may have been inactive for the past five months, but wish to remain available for ministry if called upon.
After lunch I walked to the Cathedral to return a service booklet inadvertently brought home yesterday. Clare noticed the 'Not to be taken away' legend on the cover. I sat in the nave and said Morning Prayer on my phone belatedly, having forgotten to do so when I got up. Another memory lapse. I think poor quality sleep is affecting me.
I walked down to the Taff on my way home. At Blackweir bridge two big tree trunks carried downstream by floodwater were beached on the weir, torn out by the roots from the river bank. The verge of the spine road is covered with snowdrops and daffodil shoots six inches tall. Close to the stables there's a spot by a fence where one clump of daffodils are in full bloom, a couple of weeks advanced on the others. It's the same every year. I wonder why?
I heard a woodpecker call as well as a thrush and a robin, with others I didn't recognise and caught sight of a pied wagtail. It's seven degrees today and seems more like early spring than winter.
I had a lovely chat with Rufus when I got home. His job as Ministry to Seafarers' Chaplain to Welsh ports has been extended to cover Avonmouth as well. A huge area to cover but it's interesting and varied work which he relishes. Industrial mission with a pastoral heart. After our chat I fell asleep in my armchair for an hour before supper. Normally I doze off after lunch. One way or another I seem to need at least seven hours of sleep to get through the day. Tonight I'm going to bed an hour earlier than usual to see if it makes a difference to sleep quality.
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