Sunday, Sunday

Boy, oh boy. Some Sundays I set out with great plans and not much happens, then I feel sorry for myself that nothing has happened. Not so today. Since this morning, I’ve been to church, where I played guitar for the first time. I scooted off in the bus to a friend’s after lunch to knock out a fireplace wall. Then back onto the bus back to church for a Taizé service. Phew, but that’s not all, next up was a dinner party with a Dutch theatre artist telling us about a project around rural communities in Wales, where someone brought a beautiful resonator guitar to play for us.