Funny old day today. Herself was bombing around doing Matins (formal and sung!) and the Christingle (non-formal, and full of Christmas jumpers and chocolate locusts). Me? Well, I’ve not moved from the sofa, the tissue box, the remote control and the pile of coursework marking which needs to be done so I can take a break over Christmas. So in between sniffles and stares a few dm³ of red ink has been distributed over a several dozen sheets of paper.
But today is Gaudete Sunday: pink fiddlebacks, rose vestments, a “feast” in the middle of the sombre season of Advent. But it is a curious…
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