Thrift, Horatio ...

I feel that anyone who's read this journal for any length of time could probably do a good approximation of my entry for today: another Sunday, another routine. (Sudden thought: would I have taken up Blip had I still been teaching? I doubt it ...) This was the last of the Sundays of Easter; the Ascension will be celebrated on Thursday so Di and I enlisted the help of two small, willing boys who have recently become part of the congregation of Holy T to help us dismantle the Easter Garden. As it's located under the altar, it's actually quite demanding of two septuagenarians' creaking knees to crawl in front of it pulling out heaps of moss and the surprisingly heavy plaster figures ...

We spent quite a bit of time in church after the service, followed by more chat at home over coffee with Di, and I was appalled to hear 3pm strike when we were still sitting over lunch, so the rest of the day has been somewhat behind. We did go out for a walk; last night and this morning's rain had vanished and been replaced by largely blue sky, though it was a good 10 celsius degrees colder than Friday. I took the photo above along the shore road at Toward; the wild flowers are all out along the beach and thrift is one of my favourites. (The other ones are the wee, complex-shaped yellow jobs whose name I don't know; I seem to have called them hens and chickens since I was old enough to speak.)

Before dinner I phoned my younger grandson briefly and sent off a blurb about our choir in advance of our gig in June, so dinner was rather late, with the consequent effect on bedtime. However, I'm off now ...

Last thought: have you changed your winter duvet yet?