I’ve got lots of faults, but ingratitude isn’t one of them. I woke up to sunshine this morning after a lovely night’s sleep, and am full of the joys os spring. Literally!

This list writing lark is really working. I only have two things left to do. I still can’t share the children’s liturgy leaders’ emails as I’m waiting for permission from one of them, and I haven’t swept the garden paths, but John and I are going to work in the garden today, so that will get done hopefully.

Kath and Mark (gardeners) gave me the name of someone who grows unusual plants, and  I went to see her at her stall at Howden’s Friday Market last week. When I said I wanted plants for wild life her eyes really lit up. (Kath and Mark are into wild life too. Mark’s trying to persuade me to build an otter holt at the end of the garden, but I’m not as optimistic as he is, and as John said, do we really want otters there. They’d take the birds’ eggs. Anywy, this Enid took my phone number and was meant to be coming round to us during the week, but she hasn’t been in contact. I couldn’t go to Howden Market yesterday as we had our end of term lunch for Creative Writing, and when I went there last week, to make the first contact, the market was nearly over even though I rushed. I suppose she lost my phone number, as she wrote it on a scrap of paper. Anyway, I’m going to Mires Beck nursery today, and will buy some perennials there.

It was Red Nose Day yesterday. I don’t usually watch it,  but saw quite a bit last night. That’s one of the reasons why I feel so grateful that I live when and where I do. I suppose that sounds smug. Tony Ford used to say that the natural outcome of gratitude was generosity, and I do give to various charities (not to Red Nose!) but maybe I should step it up. Trouble is - where do you stop. In fact, that’s one of the things I was saying to my spiritual guide at St Beuno’s. ‘I’m very happy with my life, thank you very much, Lord, and please don’t ask me to do anything more than I am.’ Oops. I wrote about this. My guide said that God loves me so much and is never going to ask anything of me that I couldn’t cope with. (Well, look at what he asked his son, I thought.) Actually, I have thoughts about this. I think God asked his son to become one of us and show the extent of his love. It is people who killed him. Because there is so much wickedness in the world it ganged up against the goodness it saw in Jesus and tried to overcome him, but Jesus’ love is greater, and it could have no power over him in the end. Even that great evil Death. Vanquished.

Oh I am waxing lyrical. Stops my having to think about should I step up my charity donations

Anway, have a good weekend, everyone. Take care.