Church was really good this morning. The preach was about God's omniscience and while now, three days later, I can't remember much of it, I know at the time I really appreciated what was said. I know this because I can remember taking notes the whole way through. (You can tell I’m not enjoying a sermon if my pen is resting disdainfully on my notepad. You see, note taking helps me stay alert and concentrated. If I’m not taking notes, it means that I’m probably day dreaming. Or that I’ve run out of paper).
In the afternoon I went to Bourbon to tutor Jean Paul again. This was the least successful session we've had so far. It turns out that while I know very little about economics, I know even less about the hospitality industry. I learnt Chez Darling that a guest's bed must have at least 8 cushions on it and that you have to put a small chocolate on the pillow every evening. I know that breakfast should consist of, at minimum, four courses, and no fewer than three conserves should be served with the pastries. I also know that there should be as many dessert options are there are dinner guests and regular lettuce simply will not do. And if you don't spread the butter right to the edge of the bread, there will be consequences that will not be easily forgotten.
That evening we went to Jen's for dinner. She made us broccoli soup and rhubarb crumble. Incredible.
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