Monday Morning

Good morning,
I forgot to update the blog last night.
I was very tired though.

I slept almost dreamless, apart from vaguely fighting with Jersey and the church in vague dreams, and for some reason Winchester Train Station was in those dreams as well as St. Aubins Bay.

Anyway, yesterday lunchtime I heated up some chicken and rice, then had a bath and then went for a walk in the tide, I wasn't swimming yesterday, I felt wrecked, probably the day out, the travelling and of course the disrupted previous night.

In the afternoon I sat here and did some work.

Then I had to go into town for something, so I visited a church there for an evening service, and was uninspired, but some people I knew turned up.

I had a bit of a bus ride and came home very tired.

Nonetheless, I stayed up a bit, and went to bed tired and late.

Bob Hill, the grand old gent who has been helping me with the nightmare Diocese and Deanery war that I got caught up in, has bowed out, unsurprisingly, as there is little left and he needs to enjoy his retirement and catch up with the book he was writing, he is in his 70s.