Today is the second Friday in Lent.
I have been to the Holy Hour at the church, an oasis of peace and quiet. One could just sit and contemplate life and what it's all about. Then the children came out to play at the Good Shepherd School next door, and it was lovely to hear their shouts of joy and freedom. I remembered when I supervised the children on that playground for a few years. I really loved it. I was always asking Sister Mary if I could take the children out on Durham Hill to play. They ran wild for half an hour. The other women hated it. My grandchildren tell me that they don't play there anymore.
The weather is still horrible.
We had a couple of lovely days last week and we almost believed that the spring was on the way, but sadly not so. Foot and mouth disease is spreading. It is a bad time for farmers. We had just begun to eat beef again after the BSE scare. Now the meat that gets to the shops has shot up in price. I think we would be better off without it. We must count our blessings when we see the terrible disasters in other countries, and the suffering of all these poor people who had more than enough to bear.
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