Sunday, December 13/2009

Third Sunday of Advent. We head for Westminster Cathedral where the boys' choir is lovely as usual and we light the third candle on the Advent wreath. The parish Christmas bazaar follows and J scores a large beeswax candle from the Church candle ends on sale. A pound for the candle (J says they used to be much less) and another pound for 3 fat used paperbacks. They're 50p each, but the ladies, teetering between desire to raise more money and desire to sell all the books, say that they will sell 3 fiction books for a pound "if they're not the really big nice ones." Mine are quite big, but one (a Gabriel Garcia Marquez) is a bit water damaged they note, so the three are good for a pound. Pass up Edwina Currie's memoirs, presumably featuring her affair with John Major. Well it's not fiction anyway - is it?

A nice fat Sunday Times on the way home to go with yesterday's Saturday Guardian, not yet finished. It's a nippy day out, with a chill breeze and possible frost tonight - though not cold by Canadian standards!