Good morning from a mild, dry Bristol.
Had a better night, but full of extraordinary dreams. I normally dream a lot.
Iris’s afternoon tea went well according to DD; I hope they managed to raise a lot of money for her disabled charity.
The coffee and chat was served in a room off the main church because the body of the church had been hired by a local choir. They were holding all day rehearsals before a concert of Hayden and JC Bach masses in the evening.
We were packed in this little room but it meant that people, rather than going near their friends, went where there was a seat and chatted to their neighbours, which was a good thing…
The rest of the day was quiet. I was very tired - having to transfer everything, difficult access to water, scrambling over chairs to get tea/coffee to the punters, is exhausting!
My neighbour was delighted with her cushion cover, less so with the rugby results; she is Welsh.
Today will be quiet after church. Possibly read/chatin the sun if I can find somewhere out of the wind.
Have a blessed Sunday. Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩🦩