Alright, but no singing

You may remember me saying that I occasionally buy a few candles from Charles Farris - the ecclesiastical suppliers - because the are very reasonably priced and really good quality. Minimal drips etc, even in draughts.

Given that they supply candles to chapels, churches, monasteries and cathedrals all over Britain (and probably to all the far-flung outposts of the whole of Christendom), I am not what you could call their best customer, but in the true spirit of Christianity they treat me as an equal regardless of my position in the hierarchy of the Anglican Church. I am on their mailing list.

I have been offered some very attractive package deals involving various models of foot operated and wall-mounted hand sanitisers starting at £105 (a saving of £23.19) and going up to £395 (a saving of £24.50). That one has wheels.

I have been very tempted with the foggers on offer too. The biggest will sanitise a large cathedral and has the liquid carried in a back-pack so you can wander around vast spaces freely, but I can't justify it for our compact but adorable city apartment.

Bath Abbey is open for quite prayer or contemplation now and cricket has resumed so long as the players don't spit on their balls. Do that and you lose 5 runs.

I finally replaced the stone lions at Iford Manor yesterday and the man who helped me with the huge forklift put on a rubber carbon filter canister mask before he began.

I asked him if he was worried about diesel fumes, but he said it was for Covid.

For the first time in about 6 months I had completely forgotten about Covid 19. I can't tell you how refreshing that was, but when I remembered the old anxiety came right back and I worried about how close I had got to the others that day. It was nice while it lasted.