We had quite a drama on Wednesday morning as our student needed us to drive her for some medical attention. After all was sorted and a health visit arranged for her tomorrow, we went back, had a coffee and a chat, and looked at some reassuring Bible verses. She makes a lovely cup of coffee, and is very good company.
We all need to think about the coming rescue and the joy of the restored earthly paradise that lies just ahead.
The lovely pics above were taken by Col on his detecting day on Tuesday. He hurtled straight off there after chauffering me for my hospital trip. He also picked up my latest med en route.
I have probably said this before, but I seem to be reaching the stage where, when they ask you what medicines you are on, it will be quicker to tell them what meds I am NOT on. Alas.
However, I must be very grateful indeed that I am being provided with all the medicine I need - and that I am still here. And I am. Life is so precious, such a wonderful gift.
And on our Monday morning Zoom session my siblings and I were talking about the amazing chain of happenstance down the centuries that led to us being here at all. To start at the end of the chain, what was the chance of my father, born into a poor family in Belarus, and my mother, born into a middle class Catholic family in a small village outside Manchester, ever meeting in the first place?
It makes me feel quite dizzy to think about it. And puts me in mind of this haunting poem by Houseman.
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