In the Year Twenty Twenty Two (we arrive safely home, with cake)

Above is Tabs, one of Janet's cats, now settled with my sister at the bungalow.  They are both thrilled to have the catflaps open and be allowed outside, but they clearly know where home is.

Well, we made it here - to 2022.  We were woken by fireworks as the new year arrived and went straight back to sleep.  But what will this year bring?   

There are such momentous things ahead, according to Bible prophecy.  And, if you study it, you will find that none of it has failed yet.  You are so welcome to join us at any of our Zoom meetings.  Please just ask. In the midweek meeting, the School, we are studying the prophecy of Ezekiel - the fulfillment of which is imminent and will be fear-inspiring when it comes.  Though as long as we trust in Jehovah with all our hearts, we do not need to be afraid.  It will mark the end of the current wicked system of things on the earth, and the beginning of the Thousand Years, during which the earth will be restored to the paradise of peace it was always meant to be.

The weather is still strangely warm, and there was a torrential downpour on Sunday afternoon. The drain on the balcony could not cope.  The Captain, Jim, and the Metal detectorists were out in it.  They found nothing beyond a Roman grot or two, but enjoyed themselves (I assume, as they keep going back for more).

My project this week - having re-stocked the freezer with cake - is to write to those we saw over the hols - to say thanks for some lovely hospitality. So I must go off and put quill pen to parchment, so my letters can catch the next stagecoach heading to Old London Town. Then they must journey on, through the savage highwayman-infested wilderness that lies North of Watford Gap, until, hopefully, they reach family and friends.

We stopped at the Watford Gap Services on the way down, and I wondered how many times in my life I have stopped off there, as we have travelled up and down the M1 so many times.  It was just a loo stop, we travel with our own lunch - sandwiches and home made cake. In this case, it was Helen's mince pies. They are the Olympic Gold of mince pies.  What a good thing none of those highwaymen knew we had them on us!  And we had some of Jen's mandarin cake for our supper (along with some veggie soup).  It was such a marvelously light sponge we could have done with one of the Victorian Cake Anchors I invented in Disraeli Hall to hold it on our plates.