Blessed

This is a day we have talked about since we moved in, but only organised lately. You know how it is. It was very important to us to have a House Blessing for our new home. The last time we had a house blessing, when we moved into The Village, our great friend James the vicar took us all on a pilgrimage round the house while he sloshed water around, which was very jolly, so we didn't know what to expect this time.

It was much more low key, but still truly a blessing. We had invited a few friends who were delighted to be asked, and we stood in a circle as Graham the Rector prayed a blessing on our home, then marked the front door with a cross. Then we all sat down for a soup and bread and cheese sort of lunch - there's something about eating together that sets the seal on things, if you know what I mean. Our lovely across the road neighbour, a small and gentle heroine of a woman who spent many years running a church based clinic in Ethiopia, brought freshly baked scones and helped me get lunch sorted. There was cheese from a local dairy, soup straight out of packets (who cares) and good conversation.

The only thing is, Hamilton didn't feel he was given due respect. I told him, not everybody understands about bears, even Senior Bears. But I hope to start work very soon on his new outfit for the wedding of LYS and The Lassie, so that should keep him happy. And blessed.