So I suppose I should get this diary up to date with the rest of the weekend's happenings, since I'm not otherwise going to start anything much new this afternoon now! It's been a busy, but quite productive and mainly fun time.
To cut a long story a little shorter than it might have been, I have decided to stick with the Milton Keynes Vineyard for the time being. Things may not be ideal as they stand, but they do say that if you find the perfect church, not to join it - and I am sure whoever coined that had far greater wisdom than I! Yesterday during the talk I felt an overwhelming sense that God wanted me to apologise to and forgive Matt, and God eventually convinced me to do so face to face, rather than by email, which has been our nemesis lately. Matt of course accepted it all in the spirit intended, and a huge burden was lifted. I don't think I'd appreciated even myself just quite how psychologically wounded I was for so much of last year, and with 2003 being the year I am determined to put all that behind me, it was the ideal time to clear the main remaining baggage.
That was the main news of the weekend, so to speak, but the rest was pretty good too. Saturday night was one of the regular DVD nights round at Jam and Simon's house, this time watching Bend it like Beckham, the black-comedy story of an Indian girl determined to make it as a professional footballer despite the inevitable resistance from her traditional Sikh family. It was a film Sarah and Claire very much wanted to watch, so when they asked if they could have a lift home afterwards if I was going, it finally convinced me I should - and the film was, as all there agreed, absolutely splendid. It's certainly one I would like to buy myself now, and - as I had understood to be the case - isn't really about football, let alone David Beckham. We started watching it quite late, and by the time I'd stopped for a coffee having dropped Sarah and Claire off, and checked my emails when I got home, it was well into the small hours of Sunday morning and I had to be up in good time to go to church!
Consequently I wasn't really in the best of states of mind for church, and went in with possibly my most negative attitude ever. But I came out comparatively beaming, and treated Sarah, Laura and Rachael to lunch at the nearby Pizza Hut. When I dropped them off, they insisted I stayed for tea, and needless to say it was well into the evening before I finally made my way home. We were all pretty tired - some showing it more than others, not least me! - so we were generally quite happy to put our feet up and watch trashy films for most of the time. Miss Congeniality wasn't bad, and was about as good as I remembered it having been when I saw it in the cinema, but Ace Ventura in particular was grim in the extreme and I can understand why so many people loathe Jim Carrey.
So that was just about it, in the end. Perhaps not the most active of weekends after my bracing Saturday morning walk, but at least I felt I'd done something and not been completely useless, so could justify being weary this morning!