Good morning from a grey, dark Bristol. It rained heavily overnight.
Didn’t all our boys do well in the RFU World Cup? 👏👏👏
After a rather noisy baptismal service in church, I had a quiet day. I did my Spanish homework for Friday like a good girl, I’ve got a very busy week coming up, with the usual, plus pc service, haircut, etc.
Today, I’m going to toddler group. For Sunday’s harvest festival, the vicar wants the theme to b3 the future and has asked parishioners to write a letter to their future selves. As it’s too difficult for babies to think further than their next meal, we are doing a poster. The group is called “Footsteps”, so I suggested we had footprints walking to a large tree with handprint leaves, waving to their future selves. I need to put it all together.
May today bring little chinks of joy to you all, especially those finding life difficult ATM. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩