Light a Penny Candle...

Dear Juliet

I should have known. I spend the previous blog telling you I'm some sort of mutant superbeing who hardly ever gets ill, and I get ill!

At times, I definitely do think God (if He exists) has quite the sense of humour... Admittedly, I usually get some minor bug April and October so perhaps that's it. I've also got my Covid jab coming on Thursday so prepare for a pretty incoherent blog that day.

I don't get man 'flu so this isn't a pathetic attempt to get your sympathy. And I think we've been through this before. I had the same bug back in the Glasgow flat years ago. You had it, too, in Los Angeles. I ran out of clever words so I just told you I liked you. I think you liked that.

Anyway, stumbled off to St Andrew's Church this morning, not for a service but for tea and biscuits. The locals have turned it into quite the community centre, so there's tea and biscuits on a Tuesday, lunch on Friday and a coffee shop most mornings. And after a few looks of horror, they got used to my inordinate desire for sugar and sweeteners. I originally went along to plug myself into the local community, started taking out the tables afterwards as I was the only one who could do it relatively easily, and it went on from there.

Every month or so, however, we get invited into the Lady Chapel for a brief sermon and can light a penny candle for someone if we so wish.

Well, I so wished.

I've lighted a candle for you every month since about 2020, although there was a two-year hiatus due to the Covid pandemic.

It is an act of devotion.

So, sitting here in the catbird seat, thinking like Thurber of what else to say! I hope you're having a good day though it's the early hours as I write. Take care as you rise, in dawn's early light.