Ian (ringbark) wrote,

Not really Whitsun

Many will call this the Whitsun weekend, but in fact that was 11 May. As time goes on, more and more of the English public holidays become devoid of meaning. And after this, there are none till August Bank Holiday, another holiday that doesn't celebrate anything.
Yesterday was Steve B's last morning service with us, and I was also up at the front leading the service. It was also good to have Chris in the congregation, even though he had only missed one service. What a week it had been.
After the service, we went to Betty's for lunch. It was cold in the street but very hot in the kitchen, where the oven and the hotplates were cooking.
Then home, before an evening service rather short of people. Twigs and branches on the ground everywhere, for it had been exceeding windy!
Christopher had gone to bed just before we got back.
This morning, we just about got the day started, but Christopher went back to bed in an exhausted state. We were told that five to seven days after the chemotherapy treatment he would be at his worst, and that's just about now.
Rather than going to get dressed, he went back to bed, and when I went to see him, he was crying. "Why can't things be back the way they were?"
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