The shape of things to come

Easter Sunday tomorrow.  J and I went to the Easter vigil at St James this evening.  J in fact told me that he wasn’t coming, so I duly left without him.  About 1 minute into the service I heard some idiot messing around coming in late and didn’t think anything of it.  I went to the back of the church, had my candle lit from the Pascal candle and dutifully lit the candles of several other people in the near darkness.  Then we got to the bit where you give other people the “sign of peace” and I turned to shake hands with the person behind me.  There was J.  For reasons that are not entirely clear to me, he had decided to come after all, and had not come to sit beside me.  He was the latecomer (not that late I must admit), and I had even lit his candle.  I am sure there is a parable in that somewhere.

My Mum and N are coming tomorrow.  Here is a foretaste of what is planned.

Egg painting competition and lunch menu.