We got history ...

There are days when one's life seems to trail behind one like a great train of memories. This was such a day ...

It began with the second English Department Meeting of the present era - coffee and chat for an hour or so with former colleagues from work. Today we stopped behaving as if we were fitting in some socialising between classes and began to rummage gently through memories - fascinating, sometimes poignant, frequently hilarious, some unexpected insights. And when it ended I was already feeling the way I suddenly realise reaching a certain age brings about after intensive chat ...

But I had to go to the travel agent with the passports because reserving seats on a plane immediately becomes more difficult when a third party makes the booking. That all went quite smoothly with the help of an intelligent (very) young man, but setting up a cash card proved more trying and I've missed the window for linking it to Apple pay so I'll need to phone and that will be Monday and ... and ...

I was almost too tired to eat any lunch.

I was too tired to fall asleep in my usual abandoned fashion.

Himself went to practise the organ (it's Holy Week now ...) and I made bread and stewed some rhubarb. Outside, the sunny morning had turned into a dull afternoon. Then the rain came on. Himself came home and we went a walk anyway - first time I've had a cagoule on in a fortnight. 

It was when we came home that Himself appeared with a bundle of wee bookies - orders of service going back to the millennium or thereabouts. And I thought that photographing them would be fun - just to show how many goings and comings and elevations and farewells we've been involved in. Actually, of course, we go back much further, to about 1980, but maybe there wasn't such attention paid to orders of service back then. The curious will note that this last ceremony was not in fact the first time I'd come across the term "Collation" with regard to the establishing of a new priest in a charge, though I don't think I've personally ever used the word in this context. I also discovered the wonderfully crazy "Psalm" Di and I wrote for the farewell dinner for a much-loved priest, and the new words to an old hymn that we all sang on that occasion ...

But enough. There is much to do this week (again - I know) and I should try tonight to get to bed at a sensible hour. So it's almost dinner-time now, rather than bedtime, and I've finished blipping for today.

I got history, right enough.