Didn't get to HoS last night and I don't think I'll get to it again before Sunday. Still, I managed to clock up 4 hours on it last Sunday (in two sittings), so there's a good chance I'll make some progress this Sunday.

Watched the first part of The Trial on Channel 4's catch up service yesterday morning, which was a tortuous experience to say the least. It would play for 30 seconds, then buffer for 30 seconds, then play again. And, being on line, it also had ad breaks. Then it cut out completely about halfway through, so I restarted it and moved along to where I guessed it had gone off. And it made me sit through another 3 minutes of adverts! So, what should have taken 50 minutes took nearer 90. Not impressed. I do want to watch the other episodes, so I'll see if the catch up service on the telly works any better. But, again, it might be Sunday before that happens.

One of the victims of Monday's bombing was a girl who lived in the same area as my daughter and went to school with the sister of one of our grandson's friends. They have a real community spirit up there, so there's an event at the local pub on Friday night. Which means we're having the grandson on Friday as well as Saturday.

Still trying to process Monday night, I mean, it's a terrible thing that happened and, of course, I condemn anyone involved. To target a concert where most of the people are going to be young girls is... Well, there are all kinds of messages in such an act, aren't there? But it's the aftermath that I find really scary. My son and I saw armed police in town on Tuesday. I've only ever seen a real gun once before and that was a hand gun in a plastic bag in a cupboard. This was two automatic weapons being carried by police officers in my city centre. I felt sick. And now there's talk of soldiers on the streets and the paranoid part of me expects Theresa May to enact some emergency power that makes her a dictator and scraps the election altogether.

Because she's called for an indefinite suspension of election campaigning - but her face is still on the telly. She gets to campaign without campaigning - neat trick, eh? Margaret Thatcher must be turning in her grave from sheer envy!

So, yes, I'm more scared today than I was on Monday but not because of the actual suicide bombing of a concert. It's the actions of the Prime Minister that terrify me.
 I managed to make some progress with Hearts of Stone, yesterday. One adventure saw Geralt possessed by a debauched ghost who had some really great lines. He made me :D

I realise that I haven't noted the fact that we are now homeowners. We have completed the purchase of our house - now we just need to pay it off! Still, that will take 17 years and cost less than paying rent forever and a day. Our lender sent us a 'welcome to your new home' hamper (even though we haven't moved!) containing tea, coffee, biscuits - and toilet roll! You can imagine it being very welcome to people who know that the coffee and loo roll are SOMEWHERE in all those boxes... For us, it was just amusing.

I am going to finally sort out the insurance (life and home) tomorrow. And then we begin the brave new world.

St Michael's were on good form, yesterday. A good sized congregation, some good-enough singing (hate unfamiliar hymns), and some candle lighting to keep them on their toes. As a good Protestant girl, I always had a slight sense of horror at the idea of lighting candles but when it was introduced at St Bride's I fell in love. It's such a simple thing but powerful. Giving people the chance to participate, even if it's in silence, is just brilliant.

OK, that's all for now. Toodles, DW.



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