The Shape of Things to Come (ii) A vision of darkness.

If the meeting went well the same cannot be said for the night. An enjoyable couple of pints at last orders with some of the Christian menfolk of MLPK who have not, on the whole, bought into my vision for future, to mark a forthcoming wedding, were somewhat marred by arriving home to discovered a tired and scared GLW, convinced that someone had tried to get into the house (but with no evidence).

Just to makes things worse LM decided that last night was going to be a peripatetic one, leading to three (or was it four?) visits in the dark, and a rough night for all. Disturbed nights, which will inevitably arrive after January accompanying Mosling ver. 2.0, are things I have not been looking forward to with joy!

So, despite a rather large workload (including a BCP/1928 wedding for a couple I barely know, in a beautiful little church I am relatively unfamiliar with, for one of my neighbouring clergy, given that I have never done said wedding liturgy before), 3 morning services in two villages, and my own Tea Time thing, I had to spend a couple of hours asleep this afternoon. I couldn't even pray straight this morning at Morning Prayer, and spent most of the morning gazing blankly at the VDU.

Still, it's Friday... and Pie and Chips are on the radar screen and approaching fast.

Spare a prayer for the weekend - and for Good in Part's busy one too.  ¶ 4:02 pm