I was wide awake at 4am this morning, so had a cup of tea, a wander round the garden (and out the front by the canal - looking for otters) and improved on some shoes I made in Second Life.

As a consequence I overslept for Mass and drove there 15 minutes later than usual.

On the way I saw a young man in black limping along really badly. I turned back and as I pulled alongside him he collapsed in the grass verge, so I gave him a lift into Howden. He had been mugged at midnight in Hull and was trying the get to Howden where a friend was picking him up at the garage.

He said he had been to the police but they said they couldn’t do anything for him. Nice one.

Anyway, I dropped him off, went to Mass really late, and drove back that way after, but he had gone, so hopefully his friend had found him.

He had juice with him, and an inhaler, so hopefully he was ok. I offered him my tea in my water bottle, but didn’t think to offer him money.

I arrived at Mass just in time for the homily, which was good (except Fr Neville reads them) except for the bit where he said that Jesus wants us to come to Mass every Sunday to worship him. Erm. If he had wanted to be worshipped he would have left himself present in a beautiful jewel or something. You don’t worship bread - you eat it - for strength. And wine is for strength and enjoyment.

I think we go to Mass to be fed, so we can go out and feed others.

Anyway, just filled a dustbin lid with water as my little blackbird is really gaping.

And the lovely Acer that Don and Chris gave us for our 40th wedding anniversary is looking the worse for wear. I’ve just soaked it in water, and hope it is ok.

Holiday tomorrow, so today is washing, ironing, packing, etc. etc. etc.

Oh yes, and World Cup Englis match!