Bottoms Up

There were two blue tits in the lilac tree while we were eating our Sunday morning breakfast of grapefruit, croissants, and good coffee - six of us today.

In the morning service, our minister told Tolstoy's story of Papa Panov - seemed he was speaking straight to me.

In a bit, off to church again - our son is preaching there for the first time - think I feel more nervous than he does...