Last night arrived, with the Vigil Mass, at which I preached; the Resurrection was celebrated, I slept as doth a log. This morning — supposing that I’d done my work for the parish and could sit back and simply ornament the morning Mass with my glamour — I’ll be deaconing the Easter Sunday Mass (it has been donkey’s since I deaconed a Solemn High Mass, but all will be well).
Then home to Oxford via a different route, for it was revealed to me in a dream that my Paddington-Oxford train was cancelled. Home about midnight.