Yesterday: We had a great time at West Grinstead, where Father Alexander Lucie-Smith said Mass and gave a very uplifting sermon, thank you Father! The weather was just beautiful, and there was plenty to chat about over a cuppa and a biscuit outside afterwards, not least, silver jubilees and first masses.
Today: We had a powercut for six hours. Although extremely peeved (we were the only house in the road who hadn't received a notification letter, lol!), it did make me think about how lucky I am to usually not have to worry about whether there'll be power to make tonight's dinner, or do the washing, how totally silent it is without the fridge buzzing, how moody I am without a cup of tea, and also how much of my correspondence is done entirely in the ether of the internet: all of it, actually. I found that out this morning, when I had a list of things to do, and all of them needed the internet. The power loss also took our phone out, and I yearned temporarily for the Victorian postal service, which I understand was very good indeed but probably still not as good as a phone call, and my very own wind turbine (it's always breezy where I live).