Keeping up keeping on ...

After our flying and highly enjoyable visit to Edinburgh, it was back to our own life again, a life which seems as full of huvtaes as it's ever been in 17+ years of retirement. At least we had decided last night on what solo (or as today, duet) we'd do in church at the communion - chosen and even had a run through, which we don't always leave ourselves time for. And then there were the funerals to plan - not ours, not yet, but those of husbands of fellow-members of the congregation. The organist is an important part of a church funeral - and for me, something I care about more than, say, a eulogy. And it's even more important when the person discussing the arrangements is a friend and a fellow-musician. 

By the time we got home we were both chilled to the bone, and had the now customary fight to light our failing gas fire (fingers crossed that the gas man has recovered from the lurgy that afflicted him last week - I'm sick of being chilly). We had  a quick coffee with Di, discussing our going to Diocesan Synod next month and the good news that Oban now has a Premier Inn, which should make a couple of nights much more enjoyable. Our last such visit, a week before lockdown, was pretty hellish - I must look up what I had to say at the time, but it's still a vivid memory.

I had resolved to stay in for the rest of the day and try to recover my mojo, but I got so cold sitting at the computer (booking the Premier Inn for one thing) that we decided a short walk round West Bay might improve the circulation. Hence my blip - the pink layers of cloud in the late afternoon above the Firth of Clyde, where a lone cargo ship heads south over a flat, slate sea. We warmed up all right, but we both felt like death warmed up (sorry!) by the time we'd walked home, all of 1.5 miles. I fear we're getting old - or sickening for something.

That's it, really - that, and a conversation over a rather good dinner about how our grandchildren must feel it ages since they were the small people who liked coming out for dinner with us and feeling grown up, but we feel it was only yesterday...