Palm Sunday


The three of us went to our favorite cheap, little French cafe for an early coffee and pastry, and a scan of the Times this morning.

On our way back, Bells suggested nipping into St Mary's in the Boltons, since it was Palm Sunday after all.

C was well behaved with palm cross in hand, and smiled divinely when blessed during communion.

(Of course, he did take his bear hat off in church)

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