Good Friday

Did you know that there are lots of superstitions about what not to do on Good Friday? I didn’t, but apparently you shouldn’t:

• handle any nails or iron tools.
• plant anything or break any ground.
• wash clothes.
• climb trees (children).
• work (adults).
• eat or drink anything containing vinegar or nettles.
• do housework.
• eat meat.

Erm….. I am not sure what the penalty is for having done any of these things, but at the last count I had done at least four of them! Oo-er!

I did do a little contemplation today to remind me what the day was all about and thought of my fellow parishioners who may have done the ‘walk of witness’ this morning. I was still lazing in bed when that was due, having spent the morning procrastinating, despite the gorgeous weather.

I had asked John to strip the bed this morning so we could wash the sheets. I clearly didn’t know about that particular superstition when I made John bung them in the washing machine……hehehe! But they dried a treat on the line in the warmth of the sun.

It really was a beautiful day, but neither of us really grabbed it by the horns this morning. However, by this afternoon we both thought we ought to do something. John had a little go at his car (he thinks it fired on three cylinders today) and then twiddled about on the computer, trying to set up a new printer.

Meanwhile, I went into the garden to see if I could have a bit of a tidy-up. We had brought a branch in, last autumn, that had fallen from the oak tree over the road and, although we had cut a lot of it up, there was still a great big pile of brash waiting to be sorted. So I did that, and was pleased with my efforts. Mind you, I might have sore arms tomorrow – it took a toll on them with all that lifting, breaking and cutting of branches. And there might have been some handling of metal and breaking of ground…..

It was nice in the garden though, and I had a different view than from our normal one via the patio window….. see how pretty my narcissi look…..

The weather was reasonably warm so, after John had finished messing about with his car, we had ourselves a little cream tea on the patio. Thought it’d boost our spirits, and it did. Lovely – lucky us!!

We didn’t eat meat for our tea, but had the time-honoured fish. I made a fish pie, which I love, but aren’t they a fiddle?

After our evening meal, we were both pooped, so we plopped ourselves in front of the telly and watched absolute trash. Suggestions, please for decent programmes!!

Anyway, I keep thinking back to the lovely times we have had with our friends this week, and thought I’d share this fabulous photo of everyone at Carol’s 70th Birthday Bash. It is such a happy photo, because it was such a happy day, and I’d like to share the happiness with everyone on this day of the ‘darkest hour’.

Take care everyone. God bless.