John and I go for a walk at Hillside Dams. The top dam has completely dried up now. It is funny to think that we have been out on a boat on this same dam. Although it is sad, I do believe life works in cycles and nothing lasts forever. I have also seen both dams full to overflowing so I know it is possible that it can happen again.
A church service is taking place in the cafe area and, as we pass by, the congregation are all singing away heartily. At this point, Rolo decides to dash in and have a look around. I can see some people looking quite alarmed and others mildly amused. He is a big dog and is completely unaware of how intimidating he may look, charging past people and poking his nose in all sorts of places.
John tries to call him, without shouting over the hymn singing, and I am convinced he is eating the biscuits and sandwiches bought for the after-service tea. A man brings him out for us and John gives him a fierce stare.
'This is no time to be looking for redemption, Rolo,' he hisses. 'Now get in the car.'
Despite my promise to myself that I would keep Sunday free of marking, I have to do some today. However, the internet is down and this year all the Allied Arts marking has been done online, so I can't do anything. I am secretly grateful.
In the afternoon, John takes Sian and Ellie for a driving lesson and I make supper for the first time in weeks. I just don't have the time to do it usually. Thank goodness John can cook - he is much better than me - otherwise I don't think we would eat at all.
Of course, by the time evening comes round, the Internet is back. Whatever happened to leisurely Sunday evenings?
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