I wrote about death, the departed and ‘thin places’ in the church magazine, trying to resonate with the November season of commemoration and the communion of saints. But the thinning of boundaries can go too far.
A while ago, we found a hedgehog sitting placidly on the stairs. It evidently preferred a warm carpeted seat to wet leaves outside. Today, a bat took up residence in the sitting room, trying to fold itself into the curtains. No doubt that would have made for a cosy hibernation. Then as I got down a wool jacket in readiness for the frosts predicted next week, I found a little cocoon tucked into the sleeve. Softies that we are, we wrapped it in cotton wool and put it in a ventilated jam jar until whatever it is emerges in the spring.
So who are you sharing your house with unawares this winter?