Yesterday I visited the local Day Centre, where the old folk go for the day, starting with coffee, taking in lunch, and finishing with tea. There are plenty of them, and they seem to have a good time. The guys were playing cards, while the gals played Scrabble and some number game similar to Scrabble, that I'd never seen before. After lunch there's some sort of entertainment - singing or dancing or whatever. Next week is their Christmas dinner, followed by the rector in drag playing the pantomime dame. Good fun will be had by all.
Today Ed and I went back to the old parish, to share in Jay's home communion service. Jay is a remarkable lady, now in her late eighties. She has a Cambridge degree (one of the early women to gain a degree from Cambridge), has had a professional life, was a County Councillor and intrepid supporter of the Lib Dems, and a central member of the local church, campaigning on behalf of women priests and with a real heart for mission.
Five years ago come January, Jay suffered a massive stroke, and has neither spoken nor stood up from that day to this. Twice a month, a few church folk gather in her room for a short communion service, so today Ed and I joined them again for her Christmas communion. Although she can't speak, Jay made it clear she was delighted to see us.
Tomorrow I'm taking a funeral at the local crematorium, followed by a midday carol service in a big Norfolk city centre church, and another carol service in the evening at a tiny village church.
Thursday is a golf tournament (weather permitting - snow is threatened again), men and women together and all wearing silly hats!
Then it's on to the weekend and our granddaughter's fifth birthday...
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