Yesterday, in a slight change of plan, David, Matthew and I went to
see Indiana Jones at the cinema, while Viv and Chris stayed at home.
Chris is still taking very early nights, so he missed the documentary
on C4 about the future of an earth without humans. It was a very
lightweight piece, unfortunately, though it evidently had a
significant budget for CG effects.
Christopher is frustrated, as we all are, at how sick he feels,
compared with how well he felt before the treatment started.
Now, painfully reflective, I stand on the station, waiting for the
start of a long and convoluted journey to London, though it is nothing
to the other long and convoluted journey which we have just started.
There are things I might write here that are too painful to think that
anyone might read. I will write them down somewhere else.
And these three things remain: faith, hope and love. And the greatest
of these is love.