Nothing remotely profound about this, just the stuff that characterised yesterday. Three things beginning with 'B'
On Sunday evening I discovered that my car wouldn't start and that the immobiliser kept kicking in and setting of the alarm... not good! Was this the result of all the rain or something more or less sinister? Because I didn't have time to get it fixed there and then (I needed to be at a service) I waited overnight to call the AA. The nice man arrived at the appointed time and after various checks announced it was the battery, now defunct. So all but £80 lighter, and the car was now happy again.
Moving house always brings with it the risk of 'freshers flu,' the exposure to 'new' bugs to which there is no resistance and the inevitable cold that follows. So it was/is. I am pretty sure it is not the dreaded porkine lurgy since after 24 hours it has settled into the normal patterns of a heavy cold. Even so, it impacts my week as I seek to keep my bugs to myself!
Lastly was a phone call late evening from someone 'down south' to let me know of the safe arrival of her first grandchild - a baby girl. This was a lovely end to the day. And somehow, in that perverse way that things balance out, this fitted with the sad news of Saturday evening. Among my fondest memories of life in Dibley are the weddings I performed for a couple in their seventies, one of whom died suddenly on Saturday, and the cross-cultural ceremony for the couple who became parents yesterday. In the words of Job, 'the Lord gives, the Lord takes away, blessed be the name of the Lord'