The sun is shining. We managed to walk out of town a little past where I got my dog bite 2 years ago. Saw eagles, herons, wheat in various greens, poppies, other flowers and a few interesting people. Nice to share a bit of what I did 2 years ago with Clive. Then a day of work Clive and I taking turns as they seem to split up the languages. Boy oh boy does the Spanaird go on a lot about solving little problems. I do find it extremely challenging to hear the voice go on and on about very little - everything takes a million words and is extremely important to her - I don't care. it reminds me of a few of the people that I worked with at the Olympics - control is an important issue.
So funny the other night. I was looking forward to a group singing in the Cathedral. But I did not realize that miso means mass and so there I was at mass and hoping to hear a music group. It reminded me of our recent time in Bath when we thought that we were going to ballet but instead we heard the orchestra for the ballet.... All of the short Spanairds dressed up for churchand the church was pretty full. The women wear suits that are probably of wool or tweed with skirts below the knee and a buttoned jacket, black shoes, pantyhose, makeup and nicely curled short hair. The older man in front of me helped what must have been his mother up and down each time that you rise and sit. He whispered into her ear. Nice to see his care. I like the way the Catholics always shake hands in church. Anyways I was not disappointed - the rooster made his noise in the service (they are on display as part of a legend) and after the service the group did indeed sing!
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