I took the children to the cinema at Lincoln and, waiting for it to start, decided to go for Evensong at the Cathedral.
I was disappointed at first to find only evening prayer. But the language was so simple, so profound. There were some words from one of the hymns that we sung which I tried to keep in my memory:
Help me lead my life
that I may no more dread
My grave than my bed.
It’s a nice thought, but difficult to accept. I must admit, I enjoy going to bed and spend a lot of time there.