Offertory Burning

Today was a day both Mum and I weren't too sure what to do about. A man came and evaluated some of Dad's books in the hopes that he would buy some of them. Not that either Mum or I enjoy having Dad's books down from the shelves and being looked through knowing that the man who bought them isn't here to tell us where he got them, but at the same time the books have to be taken from the Vicarage as they're wanting to start structural work on the house. In other words, they have to be dealt with. We had our good friend Flo here to help us offering her expertise so Mum and I didn't feel out of out depths. Once the man had gone, the three of us ritualistically burned some of Dad's old teaching things in the study fireplace. This was a process we thought would be appropriate. In total we burned a model medieval village, an Anglo-Saxon model chapel, a model Viking ship, all of which couldn't just be thrown into a garbage bag, and also several books we though he'd like to read. Some German, some French, Latin, poetry, and many other flavours. Mum and I have plans to take some of the ashes from the fire place and scatter them over Papa's grave. To keep him out of trouble ;P

Flo, getting things going.
The Village, burning strong.
Me, feeding the boat into the flames, as is only appropriate.