Home from the morning round (lovely 8.00 Eucharist, and- thanks be to God - the sermon went down very well at the 10.00) and about to start putting together lunch packs for the OpenHouse version of feeding the 5000, I suddenly wondered when this blog's birthday might be. I knew it had been born towards the end of my first few weeks of ministry here two years ago, so I dropped into my own archive (how self-absorbed is that!) and lo, today is the day.
So the iced gems and jammy dodgers that will be part of the picnic bags this afternoon can also be a birthday tea for the blog. Just wish that the many wonderful people I've met in the blogging community in the past 2 years could be there to share it. Thank you for your friendship, all of you.
One day I'll have a blogger party irl, and hug each of you in person.
I ought not to write any more today, (which probably guarantees at least one further post!) as we're off on the morrow for a week in Madeira, and I'm as far from ready as it's possible to be. Not only is today busy even by Sunday standards, but LoudBoy (who wishes, apparently, to be known henceforth as WillyNilly) returned from Scout Camp last night with all the attendant washing, and is in the throes of swapping bedrooms with TeaThaimGirl....who is also indulging in a spot of redecoration along the way. Packing? You must be joking!
In any case, I'm approaching the trip with mixed feelings, not least because TTG is staying at home, minding dogs, cats and geraniums,- the first time we've done a family holiday without the entire family...I know she'll be fine,- it's me I'm wondering about!
Anyway, if we don't speak before, I'll catch you later.