Sunday Morning
Got up at 4.30 this morning. Mo was already up. He and I are the larks in the family. Sorted out a stack of chores, filled in forms for the kids' schools, gave kids their breakfast (toast for Curly and Mo, leftover minestrone for Larry), put on a load of laundry and sauntered across the road to the 8am Book of Common Prayer service. There were only 6 people there including me and the vicar, but it was nice. I like my thees and thous. And they still say the Kyrie Eleison, which gives me a pleasant sense of continuity with my friends the Byzantines. In Decline and Fall, Constantinople has finally fallen and the last emperor has been identified amidst a pile of the slain by the golden eagles embroidered on his shoes. LSS is out of the bath and now we are going to the London Wetlands Centre.
posted by FBT at 9:04 am
4 Comments:
4:30? That's kind of early!
You can get a lot done if you get up at 4:30. I usually don't wake until about 5, tho. Has to be light out. In the winter, of course, some days i don't get up at all.
But you didn't go to the Wetlands Centre...
I really dont know what all the fuss is about when the HF decided to reintroduce the Latin theme
Not being able to understand what the vicar/priest is talking about aides the pleasurable task of trying to see how many pews your prayer mat can slide under.
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