So on Sunday morning we all were at Cenon. Catrin had been on a sleepover with the FACFilles so we met her there. The preacher was Maurice Raetz (it does not rhyme with rats) and he was preaching on Jesus teaching on prayer from Matthew 6.
Afterwards we scuttled home while Gwilym scuttled off to lunch with some of his young chums. We had a fair bit of tidying to do before the English Service.
At the English Service we were 23 (again we expected smaller numbers at the start of term) and we don't have enough chairs since some of our plastic folding chairs are breaking. We can't really ignore the squeeze any longer, so we've asked folk to consider what they think about a move to a city centre venue and an earlier time of 5pm.
We've been offered the use of a little restaurant which is closed on Sundays. Pat and I went to check it out and it has 24 chairs (!) but the owner says we could store folding chairs in the basement. They're very keen for us to be there. Maybe we'll have a trial period after Easter...
Yesterday I met some friends for lunch in a curry house near Victoire. The owner is Tamil and he's adapted his recipes for French tastes by leaving out all hot spices and making Nutella Naan bread. I am not kidding. I forgot to take a photo of the menu.
Then in the evening there was the "University of Life" organized by Association Vita, who campaign about sanctity of life issues, a series of 5 evenings.