We arrived in our new dwelling place in late evening. Our hostess apologised for the steepness of the hill. Well, she ought to live in the Galilean Hills, back in Nazareth. I would describe her hill as a slight slope.
I am very comfortable in the shed, lying on something called a duvet. My master has told me that he is going to have a long soak in the bath and Mary is going to have a shower, whatever that is. Does it rain inside as well as out?
An hour has passed and my master, who is so kind, comes to check that I am OK and have eaten my porridge oats. He tells me that he and Mary have had a light supper and said their night prayers with our hostess.