TTRMOMD 01

Following the series of things that remind me of my mam, I thought that to be fair there ought to be one for my dad. This first is baseball, ie British baseball, which I remember him playing on the ground pictured above. I'm not sure when this picture was taken. Baseball is not the summer game of many places but it is of Newport and Liverpool. I have often wondered if it is a Roman Catholic thing (my dad had a Romanist background) as sports sometimes divide on sectarian lines.

Nice day

It's towards the end of another busy day. I've just come in from chairing a committee down at Cafe Eterno, Covent Garden. We seek to support the church planting work there and in Soho through the London Inreach Project. There are many encouragements but some difficulties too in a slow and demanding work. It's pretty cold out.
Eleri's watching TV with our eldest (17) after a hard day's work around the house. He's been writing an essay on Shakespeare's Much ado about nothing. The next two are in bed about to go off (I hope). Number two (13) says he's aching all over after doing school rugby training down at Old Deer Park (the London Welsh ground) with ex-England players Brian Moore and Jeremy Guscott. (They won a BBC competition). He came back with a nice autographed ball and was on local TV. The two youngest are tucked up in bed. They had no school today as a tree has half come down in last week's winds and was being dealt with by a tree surgeon today. They had a friend round for most of the day and found plenty of fun things to do as well as homework. Number four (8) has been researching the London plague and fire of the 1660s and preparing a 'show and tell' on the baseball match we went to see last summer in the US.