1. The Tract passed off without incident this morning and the organist was happy. Went to bed at 1am having been to a work do in the line of duty last night. Got up and sang it twice before going to Mass. Stupidly, I forgot to take it on the train yesterday. I leant on Friday that having an LU in your handbag is very 'now.' Having a few folded sheets of Rossini Propers is a pale imitation of this, but you have to start somewhere.
2. I dug up a little lizard yesterday. It was a bit sleepy but was released back into the wild unharmed. Unfortunately, the children from the plot next door had gone home, (bramble traumas - jumper piercing prickles and much wailing,) so they didn't get to see it. I didn't know we had them in these parts, but then we do have a flock of parrots that squark about the place, so who knows, what I'll dig up next. I'm neglecting to tell you all about the two red ant nests. Red ant village more like.
3. My dishwasher is working again, proving that all things come to those who wait. After having tried to wash a peanut butter jar in it, it got blocked up, so I put some of that 'put your gloves on and don protective clothing' noxious gloop down the drain bit and waited. A month! Today I pressed the on button and the angry red lights did not flash. It's running empty at the moment to flush out the bleach, salt, rinse aid and washing tablet that have been festering away. How green.
Why am I washing peanut butter jars? For my jam.
I will be washing them by hand in future. I just thought I'd chance it and then had to bail out the bottom of the machine and remove the gloopy peanut butter and the paper label. Nice.
Bed time. Dreams of shiny mugs, sparkling glasses and cute lizards.