Stationary stones?

You know the saying. A rolling stone gathers no moss. Cliche for today. But this morning, almost early enough to be going to work like a sensible person, I was out, driving along the shores of the Holy Loch to fetch Di so that the pair of us could imitate stationary stones in a mossy environment ...

Because it's Holy Week, and tomorrow is Maundy Thursday (actually it's arrived while I've been footering about with files on my computer, hampered by my over-enthusiastic backup service) and tradition as found in Holy Trinity Dunoon dictates a Garden of Gethsemane which is ... mossy. It was while I was waiting for Di in her garden that I took the photo, drawn by the line of light that suggested that at that moment it was sunny somewhere away up the Clyde, maybe in Glasgow. We certainly saw no sun today, though we were lucky in avoiding the sometimes torrential showers that the day brought. We had to do a bit of scrambling to get our moss from our preferred spot, as it was behind a "keep out" fence erected by the people clearing away fallen trees - there was no sign of any work going on and we were undisturbed. We had a brief moment of wondering if we'd have to hide or blag our way out of it when a large lorry pulled in next to my car, but it was maybe only there while the driver had a sandwich or something for it went away again. Such an exciting life, being involved in the liturgical year ...

Moss parked safely, I went home for coffee and back out again to do the shopping (yes, I know - it's only Wednesday) and found out why I usually go before breakfast. Parking was a nightmare. I squeezed myself between a massive camper van and a squint Skoda and prayed that I'd not come back to a dented door. It was strangely calm actually in the shop, though the shelves had clearly had a visitation by the Harpies; I had a delightful conversation with a young mother with a most engaging infant in one of these front slings and another with a woman who turned from contemplating the ice-creams in a freezer and addressed me with the words "I've been told to try to avoid sugar - but it's so hard!" Am I turning into one of these old wifies that looks as if she needs conversation? Made me smile anyway.

I gave up on going out again - partly because I've done something dire to my left knee and it keeps popping excruciatingly out of alignment, partly to be on hand to remember things during the pre-triduum conversation between Rector and Organist, aka Himself. And by the time that was over it was really time to think about dinner and neither of us could think how the afternoon had been so short. There were only four of us at Compline online - I suspect there's too much church going on in the town for some of the regulars - and then it was time to fit in about half an hour of telly before I lost consciousness. 

And yet here I am, past midnight, wide awake. But I think I've found out what do to with a music file that needs to be shared ...