Day of rest - 11 July 2020

Not that I do all that much the rest of the week. But a Victorian Sunday is a real day of rest. Nobody's really working, except of course for the servants. And even for them we try to lighten the load - only four courses to come this evening, for example.

But we look back on a day of rejoicing, of sunshine and of singing our Tate and Brady psalms and exciting new hymns. And of two cripplingly boring sermons from Mr Maybold. If this is the standard of Victorian preaching  I can see how the C of E got it trimmed down to five minutes of platitudes by the mid-20th century.