My parents never held out much hope for grandchildren, but I do a fine line in God-children and grand-cats. I’ve just come back from the North of the South where in two and a half days I managed to see two sets of friends and all of my godchildren. When most of my friends are scattered, it’s a rare treat to be able to combine a baptism in Darlington with an almost-birthday lunch in Corbridge. Great fun.
I am trying to find a complete version of the following single chant. One of the congregations uses it off an old photocopy, and I have flicked through as many old chant books as I could find on my shelf (frustratingly, knowing that it is probably in the one I left in the States…).
I will try to do all the right things about source and copyrite later, but am right now trying to do a pew sheet that I need to bring to Rothesay tomorrow.
If anyone can offer a copy of the original — or a hand written version with parts, I would be grateful.
Hope to return to normal blogging soon…
I spilled myrrh oil all over my hand, and no amount of perfumed soap is covering it.
That particular mistake is so much easier to handle with house blessings when I spill rose and rosemary instead.
I have just found Molly (my house cat) sitting on the outside window ledge. Lucky for me — and for whomever opened the window — she jumped in and not out when I called to her in panic. Lucky too that I found her before either the next door cat or the regular canine visitors came to call.
Apart from that little glitch, we had a fine morning with +Mdimi of the diocese of Central Tanganyika, a beautifully catered lunch afterwards. If we still believed that the blessed were winged in heaven, many a fine gilded feather would have been earned by certain members of the congregation today.
wonderful exchange 