img_0993We 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.