I went in for the papers after church and arrived home just before 9.30. The Sage was on the phone being sympathetic to someone (a friend of a friend; we’ve met her sister but not her) who has come over from California to visit her mother who is very ill. I was on the way to the kitchen to put the kettle on when the other phone rang. It was Andy, who was due to play the organ at today’s 11 o’clock service. “I’ve just been called out,” he said dolefully. “I’ll play, no problem,” I said. He’s an undertaker – well, someone has to be and he’s a very helpful one, but he’s often on call at weekends. My mother died in the early hours of a Sunday morning too, and the undertakers arrived by 10am, only a couple of hours after I rang them.
So I’ll be off again as soon as I’ve had breakfast, to run through the hymns before everyone else arrives.
The good news is that the sun is out. It broke through the clouds shortly before 9.10, as I was on my way to fetch the newspaper.