It seems I have a pet mouse.
She is nesting in the garage in my painting basket, having shredded my pink painting-t-shirt for a bed. She has made quite a remarkable little home, with several discernible rooms. She leapt at me fiercely when I went in for a brush, and then bravely stood her ground.
I don’t have the heart to move her while it is still windy and cold.
She is called Deborah.
one of my favourite bits of liturgy prep
Last night at the pancake party, we found ourselves talking about the Cello. Which means that I do, after all, have to link to the Video that Peacebang introduced us to this week.
If you are trying to be very holy, thinking solemn thoughts for Ash Wednesday, you probably want to wait for later with this one.
It’s in the same category of frivolity as my first thought on entering the kitchen this morning: ‘oh, I should make lemon curd’.
(yes, yes, but not today.)
Mother Ruth has just written to say that our bread making day clashes with her Diocesan Synod — and since this was her idea in the first place, I propose we look for another date.
Let the voting begin (preference, and availability please):
I’ve included Wednesdays since quite a few of us seem to have flexible schedules and/or odd days off.
wonderful exchange 