some of the usual suspects and a new combination of friends meeting for the first time - fun, but a little bit drunken by one of the guests which felt a bit uncomfortable on behalf of one other of the guests. 'Interesting' as you might say...
Chicken plus lentils(!) and roast beetroot and onions with balsamic vinegar and cream plus stuffing and sweet potatoes all seemed to down very well - empty plates all round I think and too stuffed for cheese... a bit of choc though to digest with. Rondle stayed over and we demolished the Port Salut for lunch...
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| L-R: Rondle, Harper, Aviary, Ant, Susle Photo by Barn |
Managed to crawl to Mass and back this morn: interesting stuff about how only the good man feels shame: a point that Jack made somewhere (Mere Christianity I think):
'Goodness knows itself and evil; evil understands neither.'
It is a grace to feel guilt for it is a sign that the Holy Spirit is moving and purging us of our sins and leading us to the confessional - put like that it doesn't particularly sound like much fun, but even the sense that it is leading us to good is a grace in itself. The fear of God is both the beginning and summit of Wisdom...
Still deferring work on the album; there was a sleepy Ranald very much taking up the 'office' till fairly late today, and harp practice doesn't do itself you know...
Interesting moment at Victoria station this arvo: largish, female official with walky-talky stopped me from getting on the awaiting Victoria line train to Green Park - wasn't particularly in a rush but ego felt a bit unnecessarily bruised by jobsworth officialdom implementing annoying policy of standing at the entrance to the Victoria line platform and making sure that late arrivals don't mean late departures for trains; annoying anyhow.
Upshot of demurring to official was that my arrival at Green Park (one train later than planned) timed perfectly to coincide with Becky Lloyd, or Becky Bounce as she was referred to both to and from her face, who I hadna hide nor hair of for 9 years. Last time being Olivia Andrew's wedding in Hungerford - Olivia who I bumped into in February for the first time in 8 years.
Very nice to see Becky - now with partner and babber and working in a turret somewhere near St James' Park.
AAh! Just pressed 'publish' before I was ready to release this one to the world...
Anyhow,
For the accidental benefits of being a quiet man (on this occasion) and not storming onto the Victoria line....
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| On the walls of Sky Cottage, Church Street, Edenbridge |
Molto Grazie!
ah, did you not watch the fascinating BBC doc on t'Underground? As Vicky line trains run every minute, even a 10 second delay in setting off can mean that, by the ripple effect, 20 minutes later you have delay of 10 minutes or more, which means more gruntled passengers literally further down the line and possible platform closure. A true act of loving thy neighbour (and thy jobsworth?) is to wait for the next one. Science meets religion :)
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