Definitely not chickens

The more I look at them the less convinced I am that they ever had red breasts. Perhaps it was just their noses. Beaks I mean. But they're definitely not chickens.

Tuesday
Popped into Zac's for a couple of hours in the morning to sort out clothes. A lot of the clothes we're given are unsuitable for our guests so we bundle them up and recycle them. As we're being refurbished, it seemed a good time to have a thorough sort-out of what's there and what's worth keeping.

Church writing group in the afternoon. First an exercise to get us into the writing mood: write about food or meals you remember from your childhood. I must have been fortunate growing up with my gran who was a good cook as most of the memories seemed to be of school dinners or bad food.

Then we got down to writing part of the Easter story from the point of view of a character in the story. A bit more challenging than the exercises we've done previously but some great results.

Writing group minus one of our members, Jean, who had to go to the dentist. Which reminds me: my dentist hasn't phoned back to re-arrange my appointment! (Remember last week it was cancelled because the server was down?)

We'd been fortunate the previous two Tuesdays to have sunny and dry, if chilly, weather for our bible study on the prom. Last night it was wet, cold, and windy so we took shelter under the sticky-out bit at the front of County Hall. (What do you call a sticky-out bit? I am brain-dead.) There were five of us hardy regulars there, and we shared communion of cake and cranberry juice.

This morning

I popped into Zac's again for more sorting but found a big 'ole where the upstairs corridor was supposed to be so gave it a miss.

Came home, finished my jigsaw, walked with Husband, and now I'm blogging instead of tidying.

Behind the scenes. Costumes and props, the sort of detailed jigsaw I love.