Ash Wednesday

... was very much like any other day, actually. Save for the not eating meat part. I did a lot of crafting in the morning, then I cooked lunch while Mum had a visit from her physiotherapist, then we watched some telly, then I had a phone call from my friend Evie, then I called my goddaughter who had birthday yesterday (which I'd completely forgotten), and with that the day was basically over.

On days like these I long back to the time before I had a fall-out with the Church (as an institution). The rituals before and during Easter are the most wondrous ones in the entire liturgic year. I miss them.