Sunday 9th September

Woke up early, around 7, and as usual tottered to the computer.  I was excited to see some photos Tim e-mailed me of precious grand daughters with Tarka and Pat at the Alfriston Dog Show.   I was busy putting them on to a disk to take to a photo lab when it hit me, like a bolt from the blue, that I was supposed to be picking up the donuts for Emmanuel.   They have to be there by 7.30, in time for the 8 o'clock congregation to have with their coffee, and it was 7.30 then.   Dragged on some clothes, raced out the door and got them to the church just before 8.  At least the 8 o'clock people could have them after the service.

It was lovely and cool at that time, I didn't need the air conditioning on in the car, but by 10.00 it was searingly hot.

I didn't stay for the 8 o'clock service I went home and changed, and came back for the adult Sunday school, which is very popular; looking at a video, followed by a discussion, on a different aspect of the Episcopal church each week.

It finishes in time for the 10.30 service but I had a change this morning and went to Carla's little Methodist church.

I still had a balance on a Red Lobster gift card someone gave me for my birthday, and felt in the mood for it today.

 I had a wood grilled lobster tail, a skewer of wood grilled shrimp, and a dish of garlic shrimp scampi, served with pilau rice.   This restaurant also has some very nice cocktails, but not on Sundays.  This backward state is only just emerging from the Prohibition.

Afterwards I went to the hospital.   Kenneth is now so sick he doesn't know anyone, and it is now time for him to have hospice care.   But here they don't go into a hospice, like they do at home, they either go home and a team of hospice nurses and volunteers look after them, or - and I can't quite figure how this works - they stay in the hospital but instead of hospital staff looking after them they have hospice staff coming in.   Medical and hospital care here is just so different from what it is in Britain.