Wednesday

I stopped by the Senior Centre this morning and the little dog in foster care there still hasn't got a home.  It is now thought she is either on heat, or pregnant, so will need an operation, which might be why everyone isn't falling over themselves to take her in.  I would certainly be daunted by vets bills if I'd thought of having her. However she is getting a lot of affection from the Centre staff who take turns baby sitting her on their laps.

This morning I knocked up a couple of cakes for the dessert this evening.  For me it is the last Wednesday meal until after the summer.  By the time I come back here in the middle of May the children will have broken up for summer holidays, and all activities at Emmanuel are suspended until they go back.

The cakes were just knocked up from a mix which I buy when they are on offer, and I put chopped up peaches inside, then cream and more peaches on top.

The meal tonight were tacos, and there was a distinct Mexican air about it.  I am not sure why because Mexican Independence Day is celebrated in this part of the world on the 5th May, goodness knows why because that isn't even the day of Mexican independence.   There was a lot of chatter in the kitchen in Spanish, everyone speaks Spanish here.  I'd thought of learning, but I've got enough to do.  And I've never been any good at languages anyway, I had to drop out of New Testament Greek because I couldn't hack the verbs.   But I'm rambling.

There were a lot of sombreros, which are surprisingly heavy.

   I love to see the children help serve and clear up.

 That's Fr Bill on the right of the picture.