It was actually the office Christmas Dinner at the very last possible moment before Lent. Sean is frequently late, but a Christmas Dinner on Shrove Tuesday is magnificent in its outrageousness and has taken the great O'Connor legend to new heights! He will never be able to top this one.
I had been going through a bad ME-tummy phase and I dosed myself up on extra medication plus live yoghurt and counted myself lucky that I got through it ok. When the ME is more active, I sleep badly. I woke up at 5am after going to sleep at 1am, with disturbances in between. I thought it best to go home to rest in order to be in time to pick Wendy up from school at 12, so that is what I did.
My mother has driven Michelle to Eastbourne where she will be spending a week at a place called Ellel (I think that is how it is spelled)
Sean went to the dentist today - what a penance with which to start Lent! He went to the Tonbridge church to get his ashes and I went to Our Lady Help of Christians in Folkestone, which has a serene and holy atmosphere. The church was so full that Father was surprised and thanked us for turning out in such great numbers. The Folkestone church usually is pretty full anyway.
Physically, I found the Mass very difficult. It was getting harder and harder to stand or kneel so when I simply could not do it any more, I just sat quietly. My muscles just weren't going to do anything more at all. I feel tired and achy and ill and nauseous, but happy and optimistic, and serious about putting as much into Lent as possible.
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