...and after Mass (rose vestments, lovely hymns, a take-a-break-it's-mid-Lent feeling) the Rector blessed bunches of daffodils and, with the altar servers, distributed to them to the congregation to give to our mothers...and for those whose mothers had died, to put on the altar of Our Lady, in memoriam...
There is always a brew of coffee and tea after Mass, and then a number of us made our way to the High Street, where the local War Memorial, which had been showing serious signs of its age, was being re-consecrated in a ceremony led by the clergy from the St Saviour's Anglican Cathedral. There were some beautiful prayers. The Rector did one of the Readings. A local councillor gave a short talk explaining how the effort to repair and renew the Memorial had been carried out.... we had the Last Post and two Minutes of silence, and the Mayor and representatives of local regiments etc laid wreaths.
Not a large crowd, but it was all rather moving. But, throughout, some people sat eating and chatting at an adjoining - and I do mean adjoining - restaurant, continued without even standing up for the Silence, or for the National Anthem. I wonder if they felt even slightly uncomfortable?
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