Tesco last night had no manned tills. A small shop (six items) required four interventions by an assistant. The first was when the machine asked us to put our bag on the bagging area before starting to shop, and then decided that an assistant had to verify that our bag was indeed a bag. Two of our items were USB sticks, which required three interventions to buy.
This has been my experience in Tess Coe when all the tills were busy with folk buying huge trolley-loads, but I find that the Nice Ladies Who Assist with the self-service (hah!) Engines are happy to do the job for me whilst I stand by, supported on my crutches (Lefty and Righty).
The NLWAs are much quicker than I would be, even if it all went like clockwork, and I sometimes get the impression that they're really pleased to be asked to help. Even NLWAs appreciate meaningful interaction with other Humming Beans, I think.
A slightly chaotic Palm Sunday service at our place. First of all there was some confusion among us readers as to who was doing what, then confusion as to whether we were outside in the rather cold wind for the blessing of the palms, we weren't and then the whole thing started rather late as well, I assume because there are three parishes in the group and the priest wasn't quite back in time from the church in next town along. The real problem was the Passion reading. I was being the narrator and as we went up to do the reading the person who was being the other speakers said don't forget to ask everyone to sit down. I did that only for the assistant priest leading the Mass to tell everyone to stand. That was embarrassing, made worse by the priest then devoting five minutes of his homily to explaining why we should stand. The other speakers apologised profusely afterwards as its something the parish priest always says and she assumed it was OK to mention it. At least the actual reading went off OK.
We were going out for a walk this afternoon, but not only is it cold it started to rain as well so we have been extremely lazy instead.
Nothing drastically wrong with having a donkey on Palm Sunday, but, as the late Bishop Michael Perham pointed out many years ago, the focus should be on Jesus, and the storm gathering around him...
Messing around with donkeys and ponies distracts...and can, of course, result in a Mess...
My beloved MP, who thought Palm
Sunday was Psalm Sunday posted a picture of himself on Facebook with the donkeys from the Palm Sunday procession in I assume the next town along. Nothing g wrong with that except he was in running gear. Obviously no intention of actually going to the service then.
Nothing drastically wrong with having a donkey on Palm Sunday, but, as the late Bishop Michael Perham pointed out many years ago, the focus should be on Jesus, and the storm gathering around him...
Messing around with donkeys and ponies distracts...
I tend to agree. Something similar can happen at Christmas if you have a service in a barn with Nice Cute Animals.
Plans to process round the outside of the church had to be shelved, as it was absolutely pishing down, so we did a few laps of the inside instead. I got absolutely drenched going home (and it's literally just across the road!).
Then out for a long and lovely lunch with an old school friend, with much reminiscing and laughter, back home for a quick snooze, and back over the road for Compline.
Then an amalgam of local choirs were singing bits of Handel's Messiah in St Michael's, the local Church of Scotland shack, which was grand; the place was absolutely packed, and it's not a small building. Not a perfect performance (although the soloists were excellent), but sung with gusto, and I was very glad I'd gone.
Plans to process round the outside of the church had to be shelved, as it was absolutely pishing down, so we did a few laps of the inside instead. I got absolutely drenched going home (and it's literally just across the road!).
Then out for a long and lovely lunch with an old school friend, with much reminiscing and laughter, back home for a quick snooze, and back over the road for Compline.
Then an amalgam of local choirs were singing bits of Handel's Messiah in St Michael's, the local Church of Scotland shack, which was grand; the place was absolutely packed, and it's not a small building. Not a perfect performance (although the soloists were excellent), but sung with gusto, and I was very glad I'd gone.
Finished off the SOUP for supper when I got home.
St Michael's is a glorious place, but how did the acoustics work out for Messiah? I seem to remember it has one of the worst echoes of any church I had ever been in. The minister once said that when he first went there, he had to practise waiting for his turn to speak while the echo had its say.
The service I attended was a bit chaotic and lasted too long. First I only just made it, as the usual grass parking area was roped off, so I had to retreat and park a few minutes walk away. It was a group service and was well attended, so lots of cars.
The ( retired) priest had not prepared the hymn numbers, so he had to search for each one and twice he got confused. He gave a running commentary on everything, which I found irritating. We started with just one verse of All glory, laud and honour, which actually starts with the refrain, so nobody knew whether to sing it after the verse as well as before. He then chuntered on about what was to happen, and prayed ( no actual blessing of palms) then we resumed the singing of the hymn.
Several bits of the service were omitted because of the length of the Passion narrative. The priest was the only one who made any mistakes: the other readers all did well. Fortunately his sermon was brief and interesting.
The collection was not completed during the hymn, so he asked us to sing the first verse again, which was a bit odd. Nobody directed the congregation to take Communion, so it was somewhat haphazard. Because of the way the chairs are laid out, there was some difficulty for people returning to their seats. We ended with The Peace after the blessing, but then an extra notice was given suddenly, interrupting conversations and preventing me leaving swiftly.
Apart from all that it was “ A lovely service, Vicar”.
This afternoon I enjoyed Radio 3’s music for Holy Week.
I’m not a Mystery Worshipper! I know the church quite well and go there occasionally when convenient. My daughter lives in that village. I used to go to support the grandchildren when their primary school held services and nativities there.
Mea culpa, I am super-critical. My late husband prepared and conducted services -
“ like a seamless robe” , was a phrase once used.
With the clock change, it felt as though I was sneaking out of the office early this evening, in spite of the fact that I stayed an extra half an hour to finish a particular piece of work that was overdue.
Got my comeuppance on the train back, as we've pulled in for a possible fault. There's a smell of burning rubber, but the guard and driver couldn't see anything amiss. Had this been a Thameslink train, I'd expect the burning smell, but this is South West, so it is unusual. They're going to stop again soon to check the other side.
Oh, and there's a child having the ab dabs right behind me. I might not yet get home during daylight hours.
Hope you are home, or nearly home @sipech. Commuting is bad enough without dodgy trains and fractious kids in the mix.
Sunny in parts today but also chilly, windy and the odd shower as well. I headed off to Pilates this morning then a bit of mooching in town. I'd spotted a top I liked last week so decided to go and try it on. It would have gone very well with a new pair of trousers I bought a while ago. Unfortunately it didn't do me any favours so didn't get bought, being that rare thing, rather too short for 5' 2" me.
Tea was a stir-fry which was nice if a bit on the spicy side.
Cold today with the occasional hailstorm. I got the usual Monday comms done and wrote a tutorial, before finishing my current dissertation chapter. I have a study day tomorrow (bar a morning research meeting) so will start planning the last main chapter which is about eighteenth century society’s perceptions of Mad-doctors.
Bright and chilly here today too. Nenlet1 and son-in-law have car issues so we were involved in meeting son-in-law at the garage this morning and taking him back to their house. This meant bonus time with them and the GrandNenling who gets more gorgeous every time we see her. Nenlet1, bless her, has given me a scrapbook so that as I unpack my sentimental memorabilia (mostly cards and notes) I can do something creative with them rather than keep them stashed in boxes.
I don't feel I have really got into my stride with the food here - preparing it in the new kitchen still feels strange and I had to run the freezer right down prior to the move. Consequently we're eating a lot of pasta. Also CHOCOLATE, because it and WINE are helping things along at the moment. I seem to have spent a huge amount of money on tomorrow morning's Sainz Breeze delivery .
I was awake for most of the night so am hanging out for as long as possible before I give in and crawl into bed. I'd like to think I'm tired enough to sleep all night but as I haven't done that for many years I'm not holding out much hope.
Mostly dry and cool here, with a bit of wind thrown in.
Quite a busy day, with a lot of faffing about (like discovering we'd been given a wrong address for someone after we'd produced half a dozen draft documents with it in them) which made me irritable.
Then an ecumenical Evensong for Holy Week at St Pete's.
Supper was a popty-ping pasta thingie because the service was at 7, and I didn't want to start cooking.
Nice day, elder daughter is over with her charming near 5 year old boy and we had younger daughter with her partner and their one year old, for an excellent roast chicken. Why anyone should go to one of these pub carveries is a mystery to me, but then they haven’t had the benefit of Mrs Sioni’s cooking.
Nothing drastically wrong with having a donkey on Palm Sunday, but, as the late Bishop Michael Perham pointed out many years ago, the focus should be on Jesus, and the storm gathering around him...
Messing around with donkeys and ponies distracts...and can, of course, result in a Mess...
You are right. On the other hand, we had far more children than we usually have as grandparents enticed grandchildren along with the promise of the donkey. We had an extended children's address, with the focus firmly on Jesus. On balance, I'd keep the donkey.
As all the local churches (except for some reason the Baptist church) co-operate during Holy Week and advertise and attend each others services, it's possible to have a very full week of church attendance. My church was an active part of an ecumenical service last night. I did get more of a sense of the "gathering storm" last night than I did on Sunday, but I do think that a crowd of excited children following the donkey waving greenery captures something important about Palm Sunday.
I know what you mean @puzzler, no sooner than we've waved palms about we're reading the Passion narrative. It always make me think about how fickle people are and having both at the same time really emphasises that. I'm not at all sure what ecumenical things are going on here this week, apart from the Good Friday walk of witness which is always well attended.
Today we seem to have returned to spring, after a week of icy winds and general winteriness. I went to the cathedral city to the east for a mooch round the shops with clothes for my upcoming holidays in mind. I found what I wanted for that, but my climb up the aptly named Steep Hill to go to one of my favourite cafes ended in disappointment as it wasn't opened today.
Of course the Anglican lectionary stipulates the Passion story. Is that because its compilers thought, "Hmm, many folk only go to church on Sundays, so we'd better put in the whole story otherwise they'll jump from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday and miss out the Passion entirely"?
Of course the Anglican lectionary stipulates the Passion story. Is that because its compilers thought, "Hmm, many folk only go to church on Sundays, so we'd better put in the whole story otherwise they'll jump from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday and miss out the Passion entirely"?
That was indeed the thinking behind the compilation of the various Holy Week services back in the 70s and 80s, so I was told.
There is also mediaeval precedent for having the triumphal entry and the Passion narrative within the principal service on Palm Sunday.
We had a trip to one of our nearby towns this morning with some donations for a charity shop, the first of many such trips, I suspect (ditto trips to the tip, two of which have already been made in the three weeks we've been here). We also did a bit of grocery shopping, I inevitably having forgotten a few things in the huge Sainz Breeze delivery that arrived first thing. We then swung into Dunelm where we managed to purchase curtains for two of the rooms in the house and a few necessary storage bits.
Then we picked up from the station a friend of mine who was on her way home (the town we lived before) from a trip and chose to break her journey to see me . We brought her back here for a snack lunch and for her to see the house, and it was really lovely to see her although it made me a bit weepy.
After she'd gone I took a longish (for me) walk around the village to acquaint myself with some of the footpaths and to find things like the school and the little playpark for when the GrandNenling visits us here. I got Very Hot walking (being coatless but dressed for chilly weather) and am currently in no mood for the chicken casserole that Domestic Goddess Me got into the slow cooker before we went out this morning.
Of course the Anglican lectionary stipulates the Passion story. Is that because its compilers thought, "Hmm, many folk only go to church on Sundays, so we'd better put in the whole story otherwise they'll jump from Palm Sunday to Easter Sunday and miss out the Passion entirely"?
This seems to have always been part of the Anglican tradition. Following medieval practice the 1549 Book of Common Prayer prescribes the reading of all four Passion narratives at the Communion services during Holy Week - Matthew on Palm Sunday, Mark spread over Monday and Tuesday, Luke spread over Wednesday and Thursday, and John on Good Friday.
The 1662 Book of Common Prayer follows the same pattern, but with the Passion narratives from Matthew and John split between the Second Lesson at Mornng Prayer and the Gospel reading at Communion.
At St Pete's, the sermon on Palm Sunday is replaced by a slightly dramatic reading of the Passion, with different people taking the parts of the different characters, and the congregation being the crowd, soldiers, disciples etc.
I find it quite effective.
Quite a bit milder in West Lothian today: it got up to 13°, which is More Like It.
Supper was smoked haddock fishcakes with veggies, and very nice too.
Hardly worth starting a new thread, so I'll slip it in here. We heard on Sunday that it was 'Palm Passion Sunday' and had been for a few years. That was the first time I'd been aware of it. Is that common practice in the UK?
AIUI the fifth Sunday in Lent is Passion Sunday, and the beginning of Passiontide. Palm Sunday is the sixth Sunday in Lent - I’ve never heard it referred to as Palm Passion Sunday.
Idly keeping about a sixteenth of an eye on the Artemis countdown as f-i-l doomwatches the BBC News Channel, I reminded myself of earlier all-American moonward endeavours and figured this deserved another outing.
On the train home this evening. As I work a few hundred yards from Southwark Cathedral, I was able to go to their Tenebrae service. Had to try to stifle a cough at several points in the service. Always one of the highlights of the year.
Soon, it'll be bluebell season, though I saw some reports that the English bluebells had bloomed early in Kent.
AIUI the fifth Sunday in Lent is Passion Sunday, and the beginning of Passiontide. Palm Sunday is the sixth Sunday in Lent - I’ve never heard it referred to as Palm Passion Sunday.
I think it's known as "Palm Sunday of the Lord's Passion" in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar.
The first of the bluebells in my garden are in bud today. The local bluebell charity walk is not till 18th April. The date has only just been announced.
My son did a couple of hours gardening here today, mainly digging out the extensive roots of elder. I now have two new shrubs and two clumps of flowers.
A cloudy but mild day in Arkland the Pleasant, though I've not been out at all (apart from the wheelhouse!). Still feeling tired from yesterday's rather gruelling Pilates session...
Our Place has lots of bluebells in the area to the east of the building, where there are two large plane trees. I'm told that the bluebells are the invasive Spanish (?) sort, not the native English flowers, but they do make a brave show. Not sure if they're out yet - FatherInCharge may well mention them in his newsletter this w/e.
We're off to Sussex at the end of the month for our annual weekend away with friends. One of the highlights of the weekend is the bluebell walks.
A fairly lazy day here. I went into town to deliver the plastic recycling to the supermarket drop-off point and deliver a room booking form to our local museum. I cam back via town where I bought a plant to fill a gap in the right hand back border. I think that is more or less sorted now. This evening there was a council meeting, but that finished in good time, though not early enough that I could also get to my writers group.
We're off on holiday on Tuesday and I need to start thinking about what I'm going to take.
We have Spanish bluebells in our garden. Also three-cornered leek. We have spent the ten years we have been here digging up the bulbs of both, but with minimal success, and as our energy & enthusiasm diminishes each year they will soon take over completely.
It has always been a losing battle, as our neighbour's garden has been full of them from the start.
I do use the three cornered leek in potato salad and egg sandwiches, but we can't eat enough of them to make any reduction to their march across the garden.
A cloudy but mild day in Arkland the Pleasant, though I've not been out at all (apart from the wheelhouse!). Still feeling tired from yesterday's rather gruelling Pilates session...
Our Place has lots of bluebells in the area to the east of the building, where there are two large plane trees. I'm told that the bluebells are the invasive Spanish (?) sort, not the native English flowers, but they do make a brave show. Not sure if they're out yet - FatherInCharge may well mention them in his newsletter this w/e.
"It happened on 19th April 1964. It was bluebell time in Kent" is the famous opening line of Lord Denning's judgment in Hinz v. Berry (which dealt with the issue of damages for nervous shock or post-traumatic stress disorder).
I don’t think our bluebells are out yet. Like Roseofsharon, we have the invasive Spanish bluebells and they are remarkably persistent; I have given up on the small strawberry bed as I have failed to stop the bluebells taking it over. Though Mr Heavenly found mowing through the ones in the lawn a few weeks ago quite effective.
I have Spanish bluebells in my garden, though they seem to stay put along the fence where nothing much else would grow so I don't mind them. I also like grape hyacinths @Baptist Trainfan . I like the way the spread and look good underplanted with daffodils. The ones I planted a year or two ago in the back borders are beginning to come into their own.
No lip reading today as its the Easter break but I'm off to the book shop this afternoon and the Maundy Thursday Mass this evening.
It's a nice day here so I've washed and hung out our bedsheets. I'll soon be off to visit a lady who has recently lost her husband, to discuss funeral arrangements. I had a good swim first thing.
I've never heard Palm Sunday called Palm Passion Sunday.
The daffodils are well over here and I've seen some bluebell woods on our drives around.
Here at Casa Nen we await the arrival of Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling; it will be the first time they've seen the new house. Mr Nen has a labelling system with our many boxes and last night managed to find our supply of wipes and nappies and some of the toys : .
Bluebell review: the muscari are out in the main bed and the Spanish bluebells are in bud which just one or two beginning to open.
I have a full study day as there is no yoga class in the school holidays. I will need to check my work emails, though, as I am on leave for Easter. Today I am writing about eighteenth century ideas about mental health in society.
QI told me a while ago that spring travels north in the UK at about 2mph so the further north you are the longer you will have to wait for the bluebells.
I have been having a Very Full On week and a half. The hobbling other half finally seems to be recovering, so hopefully things might calm down now. This morning I dropped Captain Pyjamas off at school (usually husband en rouge's job) then returned via the market, which is the only place I know where I can get good candied peel. It was required for the production of hot cross buns, which have just come out of the oven, and look quite tasty. They won't be eaten until tomorrow, but I want them for breakfast and I am disinclined to get up at four o'clock in the morning to make them.
Elder daughter has left with second youngest grandson and the house is a lot quieter and seems much larger too. We are now minding youngest grandson (of eight) but he is dozing on Mrs Sioni.
As for the thing outside, we removed it and the disgusting decking a while back so our greenery etc is all in pots and planters which is wonderful except when the wind gets up and blows things over, but our plants are remarkably resilient and we have lost very little over the winter.
Out betimes to the horse spittle where nice nurses told a dozen or so of us about the upcoming joys of chemotherapy. The frustrating thing was the prime gardening weather going on outside. But got home in time to put in a couple of hours of feeding and weeding. Soooo much more to do, though.
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This has been my experience in Tess Coe when all the tills were busy with folk buying huge trolley-loads, but I find that the Nice Ladies Who Assist with the self-service (hah!) Engines are happy to do the job for me whilst I stand by, supported on my crutches (Lefty and Righty).
The NLWAs are much quicker than I would be, even if it all went like clockwork, and I sometimes get the impression that they're really pleased to be asked to help. Even NLWAs appreciate meaningful interaction with other Humming Beans, I think.
We were going out for a walk this afternoon, but not only is it cold it started to rain as well so we have been extremely lazy instead.
Nothing drastically wrong with having a donkey on Palm Sunday, but, as the late Bishop Michael Perham pointed out many years ago, the focus should be on Jesus, and the storm gathering around him...
Messing around with donkeys and ponies distracts...and can, of course, result in a Mess...
Sunday was Psalm Sunday posted a picture of himself on Facebook with the donkeys from the Palm Sunday procession in I assume the next town along. Nothing g wrong with that except he was in running gear. Obviously no intention of actually going to the service then.
Plans to process round the outside of the church had to be shelved, as it was absolutely pishing down, so we did a few laps of the inside instead. I got absolutely drenched going home (and it's literally just across the road!).
Then out for a long and lovely lunch with an old school friend, with much reminiscing and laughter, back home for a quick snooze, and back over the road for Compline.
Then an amalgam of local choirs were singing bits of Handel's Messiah in St Michael's, the local Church of Scotland shack, which was grand; the place was absolutely packed, and it's not a small building. Not a perfect performance (although the soloists were excellent), but sung with gusto, and I was very glad I'd gone.
Finished off the SOUP for supper when I got home.
St Michael's is a glorious place, but how did the acoustics work out for Messiah? I seem to remember it has one of the worst echoes of any church I had ever been in. The minister once said that when he first went there, he had to practise waiting for his turn to speak while the echo had its say.
The ( retired) priest had not prepared the hymn numbers, so he had to search for each one and twice he got confused. He gave a running commentary on everything, which I found irritating. We started with just one verse of All glory, laud and honour, which actually starts with the refrain, so nobody knew whether to sing it after the verse as well as before. He then chuntered on about what was to happen, and prayed ( no actual blessing of palms) then we resumed the singing of the hymn.
Several bits of the service were omitted because of the length of the Passion narrative. The priest was the only one who made any mistakes: the other readers all did well. Fortunately his sermon was brief and interesting.
The collection was not completed during the hymn, so he asked us to sing the first verse again, which was a bit odd. Nobody directed the congregation to take Communion, so it was somewhat haphazard. Because of the way the chairs are laid out, there was some difficulty for people returning to their seats. We ended with The Peace after the blessing, but then an extra notice was given suddenly, interrupting conversations and preventing me leaving swiftly.
Apart from all that it was “ A lovely service, Vicar”.
This afternoon I enjoyed Radio 3’s music for Holy Week.
Mea culpa, I am super-critical. My late husband prepared and conducted services -
“ like a seamless robe” , was a phrase once used.
Got my comeuppance on the train back, as we've pulled in for a possible fault. There's a smell of burning rubber, but the guard and driver couldn't see anything amiss. Had this been a Thameslink train, I'd expect the burning smell, but this is South West, so it is unusual. They're going to stop again soon to check the other side.
Oh, and there's a child having the ab dabs right behind me. I might not yet get home during daylight hours.
Sunny in parts today but also chilly, windy and the odd shower as well. I headed off to Pilates this morning then a bit of mooching in town. I'd spotted a top I liked last week so decided to go and try it on. It would have gone very well with a new pair of trousers I bought a while ago. Unfortunately it didn't do me any favours so didn't get bought, being that rare thing, rather too short for 5' 2" me.
Tea was a stir-fry which was nice if a bit on the spicy side.
I don't feel I have really got into my stride with the food here - preparing it in the new kitchen still feels strange and I had to run the freezer right down prior to the move. Consequently we're eating a lot of pasta. Also CHOCOLATE, because it and WINE are helping things along at the moment. I seem to have spent a huge amount of money on tomorrow morning's Sainz Breeze delivery
I was awake for most of the night so am hanging out for as long as possible before I give in and crawl into bed. I'd like to think I'm tired enough to sleep all night but as I haven't done that for many years I'm not holding out much hope.
Quite a busy day, with a lot of faffing about (like discovering we'd been given a wrong address for someone after we'd produced half a dozen draft documents with it in them) which made me irritable.
Then an ecumenical Evensong for Holy Week at St Pete's.
Supper was a popty-ping pasta thingie because the service was at 7, and I didn't want to start cooking.
You are right. On the other hand, we had far more children than we usually have as grandparents enticed grandchildren along with the promise of the donkey. We had an extended children's address, with the focus firmly on Jesus. On balance, I'd keep the donkey.
As all the local churches (except for some reason the Baptist church) co-operate during Holy Week and advertise and attend each others services, it's possible to have a very full week of church attendance. My church was an active part of an ecumenical service last night. I did get more of a sense of the "gathering storm" last night than I did on Sunday, but I do think that a crowd of excited children following the donkey waving greenery captures something important about Palm Sunday.
They also laid out a Holy Week timeline in the church hall, to be seen by people going for coffee after the service: https://tinyurl.com/5b9mdppy
Today we seem to have returned to spring, after a week of icy winds and general winteriness. I went to the cathedral city to the east for a mooch round the shops with clothes for my upcoming holidays in mind. I found what I wanted for that, but my climb up the aptly named Steep Hill to go to one of my favourite cafes ended in disappointment as it wasn't opened today.
That was indeed the thinking behind the compilation of the various Holy Week services back in the 70s and 80s, so I was told.
There is also mediaeval precedent for having the triumphal entry and the Passion narrative within the principal service on Palm Sunday.
Then we picked up from the station a friend of mine who was on her way home (the town we lived before) from a trip and chose to break her journey to see me
After she'd gone I took a longish (for me) walk around the village to acquaint myself with some of the footpaths and to find things like the school and the little playpark for when the GrandNenling visits us here. I got Very Hot walking (being coatless but dressed for chilly weather) and am currently in no mood for the chicken casserole that Domestic Goddess Me got into the slow cooker before we went out this morning.
This seems to have always been part of the Anglican tradition. Following medieval practice the 1549 Book of Common Prayer prescribes the reading of all four Passion narratives at the Communion services during Holy Week - Matthew on Palm Sunday, Mark spread over Monday and Tuesday, Luke spread over Wednesday and Thursday, and John on Good Friday.
The 1662 Book of Common Prayer follows the same pattern, but with the Passion narratives from Matthew and John split between the Second Lesson at Mornng Prayer and the Gospel reading at Communion.
I find it quite effective.
Quite a bit milder in West Lothian today: it got up to 13°, which is More Like It.
Supper was smoked haddock fishcakes with veggies, and very nice too.
Soon, it'll be bluebell season, though I saw some reports that the English bluebells had bloomed early in Kent.
They were just coming into bloom in my garden in Oxfordshire a week ago, and I've seen them opening in the Lake District this week.
Scattered showers today, although I got to work and back more-or-less dry.
Creamy prawns, veggies and pasta for supper.
I think it's known as "Palm Sunday of the Lord's Passion" in the Roman Catholic liturgical calendar.
My son did a couple of hours gardening here today, mainly digging out the extensive roots of elder. I now have two new shrubs and two clumps of flowers.
Our Place has lots of bluebells in the area to the east of the building, where there are two large plane trees. I'm told that the bluebells are the invasive Spanish (?) sort, not the native English flowers, but they do make a brave show. Not sure if they're out yet - FatherInCharge may well mention them in his newsletter this w/e.
A fairly lazy day here. I went into town to deliver the plastic recycling to the supermarket drop-off point and deliver a room booking form to our local museum. I cam back via town where I bought a plant to fill a gap in the right hand back border. I think that is more or less sorted now. This evening there was a council meeting, but that finished in good time, though not early enough that I could also get to my writers group.
We're off on holiday on Tuesday and I need to start thinking about what I'm going to take.
It has always been a losing battle, as our neighbour's garden has been full of them from the start.
I do use the three cornered leek in potato salad and egg sandwiches, but we can't eat enough of them to make any reduction to their march across the garden.
"It happened on 19th April 1964. It was bluebell time in Kent" is the famous opening line of Lord Denning's judgment in Hinz v. Berry (which dealt with the issue of damages for nervous shock or post-traumatic stress disorder).
No lip reading today as its the Easter break but I'm off to the book shop this afternoon and the Maundy Thursday Mass this evening.
The daffodils are well over here and I've seen some bluebell woods on our drives around.
Here at Casa Nen we await the arrival of Nenlet1, son-in-law and the GrandNenling; it will be the first time they've seen the new house. Mr Nen has a labelling system with our many boxes and last night managed to find our supply of wipes and nappies and some of the toys
I have a full study day as there is no yoga class in the school holidays. I will need to check my work emails, though, as I am on leave for Easter. Today I am writing about eighteenth century ideas about mental health in society.
As for the thing outside, we removed it and the disgusting decking a while back so our greenery etc is all in pots and planters which is wonderful except when the wind gets up and blows things over, but our plants are remarkably resilient and we have lost very little over the winter.
I also love muscari - and I've really enjoyed our big, white daffodils this year.