After Sunday’s technical failure at church,(the first since the sound system’s upgrade circa 2015), I find myself at St. John’s today, for the memorial service of two prominent members of the congregation until ill-health made it necessary for them to move to a care home. Once again, my remit is, as it always seems to be these days, to “waggle the handles” of the now “faulty” sound system. It seems that the circuit which controls three hard-wired microphones has failed. I have checked the microphone for today’s commemoration. It works perfectly; might it conk out ? I sincerely hope not!
I have determined that I shall not squander this week away mainly in front of the T.V. even if a few days of seemingly doing nothing might actually have been quite beneficial, last week.
This morning, I have put myself on the wait-list for a single cabin on the almost sold-out QM2 Eastern Caribbean cruise from Southampton in January. Although a lavish extravagance, I now feel a fairly urgent need to chill out in some decent sunshine. I don’t feel overly guilty; even during the more recent pandemic lockdowns, people have gone abroad in their droves regardless of the obvious risks and unexpected expense of quarantining in Government approved hotels at their own expense.
Wednesday saw the one day visit of my oldest friend, Stephen, whom I befriended at primary school when we were just five. That is a scary sixty seven years ago! Even now, I can still learn something from these infrequent encounters. Although very unassuming, Stephen comes across as something of a walking encyclopaedia, with an amazing memory, occasionally to my discomfort!
Another week races to an end with obscene haste. At least the weather is dry, if not spectacularly warm.
Thanks for reading, David, 01.00hrs 27th August. Another late night then!
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