The darkest hour

..is just after 2pm? St Laurence's church, in whose interior I blipped several prettily decorated Christmas trees, is viewed here from Bank Gardens, on my way back from the library.

I now have a free afternoon on Wednesday (well, actually every afternoon from 1.30 pm) so to celebrate I went to the cinema to see Carol, which I found very 1950s-stylish, like a painting, almost, but somehow lacking the depth of feeling or plot of the book of the same name by Patricia Highsmith, originally published under a pseudonym and entitled The Price of Salt.

Back at the ranch, I am still looking for a house sitter, and trying to get paid for teaching at the rehab. Very time consuming. But my first order of greetings cards for customers arrrived today, all present and correct, so I spent a happy evening sorting and bagging the cards, etc. ready for delivery tomorrow.

PS Is that a saltire I see behind the church? Perhaps it should be renamed...