C'est dur de mourir au printemps tu sais

This morning, we had a long service followed by a lot of talk. So
bread and left over curry rested for lunch. Last night had been the
first time the boys played with their new Wii and we had a go at
bowling, boxing and a couple of others. This afternoon, Ben came round
to play, and we baled out and left them to it. This evening, by
contrast, a short service, and as I sit here waiting for the train,
it's still light and the birds are singing away at the dusk chorus, if
there is such a thing. Viv is carefully studying a piece of sheet
mushr which will be scanned on a website within the hour, I shouldn't
wonder. And when we get home, I should think it will once again be
coffee time.