I have managed to be at the Eucharist without either crying,(as unobtrusively as possible – I hate, hate, hate crying in public, so this happening almost every week for what’s felt like forever has not been pleasant) having an inner tantrum about something, or wanting to storm out part way through. I still am unable to be sociable before and after, but this is progress… Whilst I am liking the church of a different denomination I’m currently going to most regularly, when all is said and done, it’s not home. I am an Anglican, and to have felt so un-at-home at church for so long has been most uncomfortable
Then today has included some scaffolding going up, the sad demise of a neighbour’s cat in my garden, (we think she was hit by a car, but not badly enough to die instantly, and this was where she crawled to to die. She had made all the gardens along here her territory.) and the decennial sorting of the address book.
Tomorrow will, hopefully, be a quiet, tranquil day – oh, apart from the shopping, getting the months travelcard, ironing, and cleaning out my pencil case. For, then I’m back to work.. Frankly, I think it will be a rest cure after the last couple of months!