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Post date: 29-Mar-2020 15:24:14
Another weird Sunday. We watched the Methodist circuit service, broadcast by the Superintendent minister from his manse, in the form of a blog with embedded videos. There were no hymns, but we inserted our own! Father Damien managed a live-stream of Mass from St Cyprian's via Facebook. Because he lives on the premises, he was allowed to do it actually in the church.It wasn't great quality - I think he'd rigged up his phone on some sort of stand in front of the altar - but it had authenticity, which is more important. Based on the likes and comments, the congregation wasn't very large, but perhaps that may have been partly because the clocks went forward today and some people may have been up late as a consequence.
There's a bitter north-easterly wind today, which put paid to any ideas of Jonah getting out in the garden to supervise our efforts. In the end, trying to find something to keep him occupied (sometimes it feels like entertaining a restless toddler!) I went up into the attic and fetched out the box of Richard's diaries, which we put up there when we cleared out the dining room to make Jonah's living quarters. He's been talking about writing his memoirs for ages, and not getting round to it, so we've told him that now's the time! Then he started arguing that he didn't have the records that he needed to get the details right. That's where Richard's diaries come in. Richard wrote about what he was doing every day of his life, including brief information about the cases that he was working on. So Jonah can use them to cross-reference his own recollections of all the cases that they worked on together. The only problem is that Jonah can't physically handle the diaries (which are all A4 books writting in long-hand) so I've created a new job for me - scanning the pages into his computer so that he can read them!