On Friday evening, the train caught up from its delay a bit and we were on our way to the curry house at half past eight. And very good it was too! Home late but took the opportunity to say hello to those boys at home.
Saturday morning was a day that had some semblance of normality. Angela came round to bring hats and chocolate and to drink coffee. Later, Matthew, Viv and I went off to Birkenhead to buy a suit, shirts, various bits of food, including burgers for immediate consumption and trout for later. In the evening, off to see Kathryn.
I was leading the service again on Sunday morning and so we were all off at an early hour. Debbi spoke from Psalm 34. Then the family service at 11 o'clock. I keep saying I'll give it a miss but I still keep going to them. A quick lunch, then off to buy petrol for Betty. Another £20! Goodness me, where does it all go?
Then back to church in the evening, with all the boys there, though not all together at any stage. It's very good to see Christopher there, but he certainly doesn't like being the centre of attention all the time. This was compounded by his being very tired.
After the end of the service, the sad news that Darren, our youth worker, and his wife Sharon, will be moving on and leaving us in August.
Back home. Watched Doctor Who. The story seems most extraordinary. Does anyone remember "Marianne Dreams"? Then as soon as you'd know it, it was off to bed. Then it was waking up time, at the much more reasonable hour of a quarter past six. It will be tomorrow that it's a quarter past five...