Follow That!

Yum!

The travellers departed on the next leg of their vacation, and we got on with our Wednesday.  The only evidence of their sojourn is a jar of apple butter jam and trail of Hershey's kisses wrappers, which despite our best intentions, seem to have been trodden all around the house. One lies accusingly on the landing. Only the hoover can buy their silence...

Starring the clothes horse and moi...

Next up is 'Open the Book' and the story of Jesus' encounter with the woman at the well.  A typical Wednesday - except it isn't, as their Ofsted inspection has only just begun.  A long and stressful couple of days lie ahead. The staff are doing their best to make everything feel normal, but there is an air of palpable tension, mixed with optimism. We pray that the inspection will be fair and reflect the school which has welcomed us so warmly every week, for the last five years or so.

under there is mud, but where?

I wander home, through the woodland, the landscape changed by fallen leaves that obscure the pathway.  I find myself walking on the mud beside the path, unable to discern exactly where the tarmac lies beneath the swath of golden brown.

















Above me, the canopy has been stripped away, and a window opened up to the skies above, revealing the fine tracery of the arboreal architecture.











In the evening a group of us from church went to see Sister Act at the local theatre.  A harmless story of some nuns thought I, who has only seen Sister Act 2... Every time there was any expletives, I took a sneaky peak down the row to see if anyone was suffering from outraged sensibilities....

As for my husband, he was just waiting for them all to sing" I will follow him..." mainly I suspect because I have sung it rather a lot over the last few days. Look on the bright side dear, we didn't arrive before 7pm, so the car park was free - even if the tickets weren't... Well worth the money though, a great evening!