Like a swan paddling

I was leading the service in church yesterday. Several people said to me afterwards, "I could listen to you for ages. You have such a lovely speaking voice," and "I could have kept on listening for hours." Today Jordan, our pastor, messaged me to say, ". . .you are so natural and bring such a calm atmosphere." 

I think I just send them to sleep.

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I think today will be my last for wearing shorts. It's getting a bit chilly, probably more so in the house than outdoors!

It's been lovely and dry for a while although Husband warns that is about to change.

Syd continues to be a delight. Everyone loves him, and many people say to me, "You used to have a retriever, didn't you? George?" Everyone knew George.

I've told Syd he has big boots to fill if he's to be remembered so fondly.

"That's okay, Mummy. I'm a big boy, I can do that!"

So big he can now jump onto our bed, the one place that has been safe from him until now.

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Last January I booked tickets to see Michael Sheen in a play in Cardiff. I had a vague memory that the play was scheduled for next year: it's on now! I'm going tonight with Daughter. I had bought two tickets thinking Husband would come but he's gone off going places.