Happy Easter. He is risen!
Good morning from a dry Bristol. We are promised some sunshine today. Yesterday wasn’t too bad, except it was cold and blighted by that wretched northerly wind.
Serving coffee, I have to speak to people. Inevitably, I’m asked where I come from as I have a slight, unplaceable accent. This chap’s mother was also from Mauritius, so he decided to bore me to tears for about 40 minutes about his family, how wonderful it was, etc. It was fortunate that my serving partner was occupied doing other things for most of the morning, so I had to interrupt him and serve others. We seemed to every popular as about 20 people came for coffee, as well as the flower arrangers. It was busy. This chap seemed oblivious of it!
The afternoon was spent sewing.
I also watched the last episode of “Playing Nice”. What a good programme. James Norton was magnificent; what a versatile actor.
Today, I’m debating as to which service to go to. The usual one is taking place outside! We were told to bring hot water bottles…. Not very easy if you’re on foot. Decisions, decisions.
I’m not going to DD’s as usual as, if I go to her service, it would hurt her if I don’t stay on. SiL’s entire family will be there. They are very nice, but there are 13 of them and only one of me; I do find it hard, especially without DH, I miss him so very much in such situations.
I hope MD is ok, as her absence is worrying.
Have a glorious day. He is risen indeed, hallelujah.
Carpe diem 🦩🦩🦩✝️