What a difference a day makes
St. Valentine’s Day seemed to herald the end of many days of bitterly cold weather and snow which refused to go away. Strong much milder winds and heavy rain carried out a most efficient job of rendering the immediately close pavements (sidewalks) safe to walk along. Although milder yesterday, icy patches remained in abundance and I remained indoors!
Predictably, yesterday’s Sunday worship focused on the theme of (Christian) love. Little of it “sunk in” but I did feel inspired to take part in the prayers. This act of worship morphed into a very impressive talk by the writer Will Self whose vivid take on the London Underground was enlightening. But, I remember little of that, also. Actually, I miss being in London and feeling a million miles from home. And also, I do miss riding the Tube.
Our revered prime minister seems to be (for once) acting with great caution leading the nation out of its third lockdown. I fear that along with everybody else, I am going to be in dire need of a haircut by the time we emerge from the current restrictions.
As you can see from the pictures, I enjoyed my first walk in a couple of weeks. A glorious rainbow crowned the end of Trenchard Drive. I continued from there to the post box; National Savings and Investments require yet another signature to process my now “mandatory” dealing on-line. The one I sent previously did not match their records – you couldn’t make it up!
The swirling rain of yesterday and last night did not leak into the carport this time. Hallelujah! With luck, that persistent issue has been resolved.
More “news” later this week.
Thanks for reading, David, Monday afternoon.
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