Last Friday teatime, there was a man doing a copious wee in a bush in the churchyard, so I walked past with a loud 'God bless you!' and he thanked me and then said 'I had to do this', which ... I had assumed it was a biological necessity rather than a hobby, but there are other locations available!

Wales Move Day minus 6: Packing, last singing lesson with The Lovely Derek, more packing, last choir rehearsal with tiny choir.

Wales Move Day minus 7: Phone vets about gabapentin for the cats for the move, help load car with stuff for Emmaus, covid jab, start packing kitchen and utility, farewell social with tiny choir this evening.

Wales Day minus 8 (gobeithio!) Today: Finish Theology homework, packing, packing, packing, online Theology class. (I did these countdown posts last time we moved and had to reset the clock a couple of times, so we'll see)

I note from FB memories how often I have been ill at this time of year. This year, when I am not teaching, and have encountered zero (0) freshers ... I am absolutely fine. It's a mystery!

Today's 'catching up with my mates before moving' involved a lot of dark soggy A6 between here and Luton, but was worth it!

Was just about doing OK at holding it together at the vicar's last service. Then Sister Hazel (nun and priest, aged 90) gave me a blessing for my move to Wales and all bets were off. My last week is next week. Must remember cake (and tissues)

No longer Sunday... Still raining!

How is it still raining? Come to that, how is it still Sunday?

No, Child 4, it's not 'grape is the mystery of faith'