I rootled through the cupboard in search of a little something. I’d already eaten chocolate – it is Superb Chocolate and therefore limited to one piece per evening. I found some Cadbury’s Snaps (chocolates shaped like tuile biscuits) and some jelly babies, but they are reserved for the PCC meeting on Tuesday. I wondered if I had any icecream, but I knew I did not.
I nearly gave up and made tea. But, after all, I found an unopened packet of Plain Chocolate Digestives. Hah! Unopened no longer!
The day started early, around midnight, when the Sage arrived home after a jolly evening out (without me, hmph) and I politely asked if he had called at the church to turn on the heating. Forgotten, he was apologetic and said he’d go and do it – I heard the faint reluctance and said I’d go. Brightening, he offered to accompany me. I pointed out – look, I was good-humoured, can you tell me you would have been? – that there wasn’t a lot of point in both of us going and off I toddled with Tilly. There was a hard frost and I was very careful at the end of the road where a regular wintry entertainment is watching the pedestrians go feet in air and bum on ground.
Back in church at 7.30 to get ready for the 8 o’clock service; I am truly adorable (and if there is, after all, no heaven, I will be mightily pissed off – unless I find Belial in hell, as – according to Milton anyway – he is quite hot) for which there were only seven people, including me, the Rector and her husband.
Back again at 10.00 for the 11 o’clock service, when I was playing the organ – had I practised? Is it likely? I had by 10.30. And then, Sue taught me how to programme the boiler so that I don’t have to go down at all hours in future, but can warm up the church for little children’s events automatically. It is the Nativity Play on Wednesday evening.
I came home and completed making delicious soup which we had for lunch.
This afternoon, went to Norwich to see Casino Royale. On the way home, Ro and I debated whether Daniel Craig’s eyes really are that blue. I, pathetically, want them to be; Ro thinks he may have been wearing contact lenses. Do you know?
We arrived home to find the Sage dishing up dinner. Well, not a bad day. We shared, the three of us, a bottle of wine. The Sage and Ro don’t always drink wine – though never say no to champagne or similarly jolly fizz – so it always feels like a moment of togetherness.