Sunday

Just got home from parish lunch at lovely Italian restaurant down the road -- good fun. Although red wine does nothing for inspiring one to write 3000 words. Had no chance of doing the biscuit quiz -- not only does 'biscuit' refer to cookies, but apparently also to crackers (in american speak). Who knew? And who knew you could make up a quiz of 45 questions of biscuit names?

This is me and my friend, Sheila, taken by Francesca, who is nine :) Sheila talked me into helping with the collection today in the service. nervous...

(Sheila won a prize in the raffle that is a framed picture of the Roath area of Cardiff from around the turn of the 20th century, I think; and she gave it to me, so I will remember Cardiff -- isn't that the sweetest thing? This is Wellfield Road, about a 5 minute walk from my house. There used to be street cars in Cardiff and you can see the tracks. The building in the corner junction on the left is now a Starbucks.)

Today was a baptism in church -- the baby was stark naked and placed into the baptismal! Who knew? He was very good and did not shriek.

Gorgeous day today. Almost hot (hahaha).

Who knew?

Too bad am hermitting self for rest of day.

Last night watched interesting show on Owain Glyndwr, the last Welsh Prince of Wales. Yet another chip away from the Illusion of the Noble English. Yet another story of unjust oppression... similar to the Irish situation (in case I didn't mention that after my trip -- starvation from the potato famine's was pretty much the fault of the english.). Henry IV was shady (although he wasn't exactly responsible for the potato famine). A shame that Charles VI of France went mad, or things might have gone differently...

Then, a very interesting show on the Lady Chatterley obscenity trial from the 60s. Had no idea that this happened.

Then read some more about stereotypes and Otherness & went to sleep.

At the moment, there is some pathetic version of Robin of Sherwood on t.v. The worst acting EVER. There is no reason to kick at a flock of chickens. And there is no reason for this pitiful doodly-doodly music :)
(another cup of mead for me, please.)