I got very cold today.
I had to go to a memorial service in a nearby parish church. The church actually has some heating but I know of few Anglican churches which are warm enough to sustain human life in January.
So I got cold. And as the service was long I got very cold. It got to the point where all I could think about was that I was cold
Usually when I am in church I control the length of the service. My congregations seem to appreciate a brisk pace. I appreciate my lovely warm, pure wool cassock. Happiness.
But today the service was rather long. I was in mufti. And I was cold. Maybe you have now got the idea that I was cold. Just in case you haven't, I repeat, I was cold.
But today's joy was coming home and having a mug of homemade soup in a warm sitting room and with a home crocheted blanket around my legs. And then microwaving my microwaveable teddy bear and curling up in bed. So now I am warm. Not cold.