12/52

March 24, Feast of St. Catherine of Sweden, daughter of St. Bridget, who petitioned for her mother's canonization in Rome.

"A portrait of my child, once a week, every week, in 2014."

Afon: with his new favorite bear, Rupert, which belonged to his uncle and then father when they were very young.  He humors me by standing against the wall so that I can "teek uh piture."

Yesterday, John took Afon on a father-son trip to a Cadbury chocolate factory, and left me without any money and no fast-friendly food in the house.  So rather than do the noble thing and subsist on apples and bananas for the day, I broke fast completely and indulged in all my favorite British foods I've been missing: cherry bakewells, a pork pie, prawn cocktail flavored crisps (chips), a cuppa tea with milk and sugar, Jammy Dodgers, and a chesse and chutney sandwich, with sharp Welsh cheese and caramel onion chutney.  Gluttony, thy name is Christie.  The only thing missing was a Cornish pasty.

Back to fasting today.  But I get some consolation from the maple syrup in my tea.

Afon is resilient and seems to be transitioning well enough to his new environment.  He now has a partner-in-crime to indulge together in their junk-food addictions.  (And I don't mean me!)