Easter Sunday

I had some terrible news last night. One of my work friends had a brain heamorrhage and died yesterday. So followed a troubled night's sleep with my brain working overtime and me getting people and deaths mixed up my dreams.

A wonderful mild and sunny morning. I went for walk and phoned Carol. She hadn't heard the news. That's 3 of our volunteers (and friends) lost to untimely deaths in 6 months. (Pleased I am no longer a volunteer)

Once home, Clive and I set about emptying cupboards and drawers and sorting through "stuff" that has accumulated over the years. So difficult to part with some things but we have made a good go at it today.

I am generally of a happy disposition for which I would thank God but I really do not believe there is one. Whilst I was wandering around the magnificence of Gloucester Cathedral yesterday, built for the Glory of God, Mary was snatched cruelly from her family.