...has been made easier by being able to volunteer to serve breakfasts and lunches to homeless people in central London. It has made some sort of sense in a dreary and difficult time.
Walking across London on dark mornings, a silent, strange city...the grey Thames just the same as always, but the buildings along the banks grey and silent too. And in the afternoons, worrying to see all the Govt offices abandoned - grey grubby nylon curtains hanging limply at the Foreign Office in the lamplight. Somehow there is a sense that a confidence has been lost that won't return in any hurry. All this, plus the planned destruction of reminders of our history - the Mayor of London is Drawing Up a List of statues etc that he wants banned - make for a ghastly sense of impending nastiness. Our poor country...
Working at home - a couple of good writing projects on hand - has been enlivened by finding good material on the internet to enjoy over a tea-break. Bishop Robert Barron is excellent - listen in here...there are lots of options and I tend just to click on to "latest".
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