It's Sunday night, and I'm going to call it a day very soon, but perhaps I can
spare a few minutes to tell a little more about this quite busy and eventful
weekend just gone. Friday night, as often seems the case, I got to bed too
late again, but still had to force myself up in good time on Saturday morning
with a packed schedule ahead.
First port of call was the barbers, realising my hair was getting just a little
bit out of control, and close to the point of serious annoyance. Even at a
quarter to nine though, the shop was already packed out, though thankfully the
queue moved quite quickly, and I was out of there and home - via Waitrose - by
fairly soon after ten.
Then, having picked up Eric, it was off to Karen's to finish the decorating job
we'd started there a few weeks back. We didn't have quite as many people this
time, but I think we still managed to work quite efficiently. I had to leave
fairly promptly at one, but Alan had arrived shortly before, and I think they
got it almost finished.
Then it was the afternoon, and expecting the imminent arrival of a VIP guest, I
held off lunch - but as time wore on and I was getting famished, I had to
concede and demolish some bread and Marmite. But the waiting eventually ended,
and I spent a wonderful afternoon introducing my new-found companion to the
delights of Milton Keynes.
The evening saw us off to the Barge for a superb meal and a drink. I was a
little indulgent with the profiteroles, and I think am still "suffering" the
consequences today, in a happy kind of way. Though having said that, enough
happened yesterday to make me very happy that I'm sure it wasn't just the
profiteroles that were responsible.
As we got back to the house from the pub, just before ten, Total Recall was
just starting on the television, so all of us - including Mark, and also Angela
later on who was able to happily resolve some of her more persistent
questioning! - stayed up for that, then nattered on about all kinds of stuff
for another couple of hours after that.
I was finally loved and left well into the small hours, but it was worth the
bother, believe me. Even scraping the ice off the car, half falling asleep,
and everything... So all in all, yes, Saturday was a totally excellent day,
that simply got better and better with every passing moment. Thank you,
you-know-who - you're wonderful!
Today has been altogether quite a bit more mundane, but still quite special -
which must say a lot about yesterday's happenings, I guess. It was celebration
Sunday again - this time a scheduled one, the first Sunday of the month, with
Dave Oliver speaking remarkably well on the potentially rather doom-laden
subject of death and dying.
A few of us went for a nice afternoon stroll up in the woods near Bow Brickhill
- the playground of Milton Keynes, to many people. We started a bit later than
we had perhaps planned, and it was getting pretty dark and gloomy by the time
we got back to the cars, but it was well worth getting some fresh air for the
hour or so we were out.
The evening meeting was a fairly typical affair, with Dave Oliver and his
colleagues speaking on a few topics, followed up with the usual opportunity for
free-flowing prayer. Again I "volunteered" to do car-park duty for a while,
but it was bitter outside, and I was glad that Matt had insisted I only did the
standard quarter-hour stint.
Then finally the evening ended with a good load of us popping down to the Barge
once again - seems a common destination - for a swift half, and suitably
cheerful end to a great weekend. I have to admit that I don't feel very
refreshed and revied for the week ahead, but it was worth every bit, and I
wouldn't have wished for anything less.