Different

St Vincent’s and St Stephen’s, different sides of the street, different sides of the cloth, different uses, past and future.
I was out dropping off George’s plätzchen and got a few books in return, a pretty decent exchange! Swung past the butcher’s on the way home and picked up a pork shoulder joint for Christmas day, freshly butchered and vacuum packed and now resting happily in the fridge totally unaware of its fate. I’d tick that off the Christmas to-do list but I don’t have one.