Tuesday.

Our daughter Ruth, and her daughter, Freja, in our new sitting  room, the other evening.

We've  just been out to a service at The Row Chapel, which is about two hundred yards from here, if that. It was built around 1470 or 80, to serve the almshouses in the area, which it still does, although the almshouses were replaced in the 1870s. It was a very pleasant service, with some carols that aren't often heard these days. As we entered David, a retired clergyman, said  "Oh goody. Mike's here. That means there'll be four of us singing the base part in 'Good King Wenceslas - the first hymn."  Which there was. Sounded good, too, we were told afterwards. Stayed on afterwards for coffee, which was very welcome.