The interesting thing

On our walk today Husband began a conversation. "The interesting thing about the power supply unit . . ."

I stopped him. "That's how you're starting a conversation? How did you ever get a girlfriend? Oh, wait, why am I laughing? I married you."

I'll tell you the interesting thing. Last January he bought a power supply unit for his computer but didn't fit it until this month. It doesn't work so he's sending it back and was concerned to get in before the year's warranty was up. Then he checked and discovered it has a ten year warranty.

Yes, I married him.

Here's a snake slithering up a tree that I spotted on our walk.

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Christmases with the family are always noisy, hectic and fun. This year, whether or not Husband is shielding officially we'll be having a quiet one, just in case. There are too many bugs around. So I'm less than enthusiastic about decorating. I've draped a thing over the mantelpiece and I'll probably put some bits on the hall table but that'll be it for this year.

This evening in Zac's we have our carol service. I'm using a piece I've adapted from prison days and it involves three readers. I've copied out the sheets with each reader's bits in red to make it simple, when in fact I know it will make it chaotic.

Our 'congregation' is, as you know, not an average one. It'll be fine however it goes. As long as Stu manages to do some copies of the carol lyrics. We do have carol booklets and sheets already but neither of us know where they are so it's another last minute panic, which will prove pointless because half the congregation won't sing anyway.

But I love them. And I love Husband. (But not in the same way.)