Well, that's it then. We had a great night talking about church and what it means to be afraid. We chatted for two and a half hours and ate pancakes and chocolate. We used up most of the flour and eggs, ready for Lent tomorrow. Then, when everyone had gone I poured my last cup of coffee for 46 days and drank it very slowly. The thought of not having a coffee until Easter is a little daunting (of course, if I want I can have a coffee on Sundays as these are feast days and don't count towards a fast). I'll let you know how I get on. Am I afraid? Just a bit.