Ah well, first of all, my trusty steed for the last six years is on auction at the moment. Dad's offered his car to me and it's in slightly better condition with fewer miles, so this beloved vehicle is going. . . sniff
Last night we had a 'soup celebration' "in our church that meets in this street". It was a pretty rich night, with nine of us spread around the table and the kids all watching DVD in the hut outside. This is Mark with his crown and sash on. Matches his eyes.
We sang first of course, and then moved into the three course soup meal with the variety of breads that Mark had purchased for the occasion. Quite a communion of saints it was.
Between each course we sisters had some verses of a lovely poem we'd found to sing.
. . . and it was Steve who purchased the crowns and sashes which made us all the more regal.
when the kids came in the crowns found better homes.
. . . just to prove I was there, and the old Persian outfit is still finding places to be worn. It must be 12 years old at least!
Sunday, April 22, 2007
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